“This is ridiculous. What am I doing here? I’m in the wrong story!” As the second year of the Twenties comes to an end, I have a lot on my mind. To me, it only makes sense to think of these two years as a unit, characterized not just by the pandemic, but by the extended cultural and historical moment surrounding it. The end of this time feels redolent with disillusionment. The pandemic has very decidedly not ended, after all, yet society has chosen to move forward regardless. I place no value judgment on that, though I know many of us are faced with the uncanny sense that we’re in the “wrong timeline.”
The Eschatology of Moments
The Eschatology of Moments
The Eschatology of Moments
“This is ridiculous. What am I doing here? I’m in the wrong story!” As the second year of the Twenties comes to an end, I have a lot on my mind. To me, it only makes sense to think of these two years as a unit, characterized not just by the pandemic, but by the extended cultural and historical moment surrounding it. The end of this time feels redolent with disillusionment. The pandemic has very decidedly not ended, after all, yet society has chosen to move forward regardless. I place no value judgment on that, though I know many of us are faced with the uncanny sense that we’re in the “wrong timeline.”