Your Shadow Half Remains

by Sunny Moraine

As it turns out, for no apparent reason, something can break in your world, and suddenly, all around you, people are dying bloody and screaming every fucking day. It’s horrifying. Then it’s weird. Then it’s inconvenient. Then it’s just every fucking day.

Take what comes to you when it comes, be glad it came, and try to not dwell uselessly on the self-evident truth that while civilization didn’t collapse totally and immediately the way one might have expected, everything is slowly, inexorably falling apart.

But in strange times, we do strange things. And sometimes our selves aren’t so interested in preservation.

In the end, maybe it’s disturbing how easy it was to adjust. How easy it is for the worst things imaginable to become normal.