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What happens when reality itself is weirder than fiction?
What happens when real world events start to take a turn that would get Hollywood writers shown out of the room? What happens when the real world feels like AI generated more than reality itself, what happens when the story we tell ourselves it more about our feeling about what should be real, rather than what is real. What if what is real is so much more high bandwidth than our brains can process at any given moment and any narrative fails? What if this desire to do so, isn't a detriment but a strength?
What if our desire of stability is instability's way or reassuring us about how our feeling of the narratives that we tell ourselves isn't about telling what is going on but rather a way of individual self-expression?
What if seeing more of our own inter-connectedness, our exposed collective underbelly of the changing world order -- is driving us towards seeing who we are more than what is going on?
Who we are at our most beautiful, our most base, our most inane