I am finding myself sometimes burdened with sadness at how we have been kept ignorant and enslaved. Somehow the consolation of a better future isn't enough in the moment of grief. Generations before us suffered, but did not truly know why. We are the last generation of the old and the first generation of the new. There are traumas from our past we cannot easily heal until we pass through a collapse and reformation.

From a personal perspective I whip myself for not doing more, like getting books republished, or photos up as art prints. But my nerves are raw and I have been on the psychological and information conflict zone in an exposed position for a very long time. Not seeking any accolades for heroics, or wishing to complain; just reporting the reality of battle fatigue.