It’s 2 am, I could be in bed

I could be somewhere else

But here I am.

Standing in between 2 trees

One has already entered Winter

And the other still has some leaves left.

I’m listening to Nina Simone’s Sinner Man.

The same song I was listening to the other day…

As I felt a tiny bit stupid….

I was looking through some old stuff

And I felt stupid because I could not care less.

I felt stupid about not caring more about some old stuff

And the way I articulate my life through our ordinary society,

While all of our minds are wrapped in this surreal cotton candy of acid and horror.

Then I came back to myself…I am not stupid.

I am many things but definitely not stupid…

And between the 7th and the 8th « Power » of Nina… I realized I was actually scared.

I was, I still am mortified…

Beyond the horror itself,

What scares me the most, what shakes the living cells out of me

Is how contained the reactions to this horror are.

It’s how we are normalizing the subnormal that defies anything I would have thought possible in 2023.

It’s the inaction of the regularly active organizations and people on so many other subjects…including that of the ICC.

Anyway, about the containment of said reactions.

Firstly I salute every human being and organizations that are rightfully taking a stand for Humanity in the face of the most televised Genocide in History and before you dare say it is not a Genocide…read the. relevant Convention. Google it, I will not waste my time teaching you how to Google something.

💡You’ve read it? Good. So you know that the intent is clear. It has been clear since day 1.

In both words and actions.

Secondly, I recognize how critical the situation gets when it comes to speaking about Genocide and Genocidal Intent.

The word Genocide is extremely heavy.

It weighs the entire humanity. Every soul that ever roamed this planet is contained in that Word.

It is heavy because of our common past.

And it is precisely because of that heaviness that will carry through as long as Humanity exists, that the Nations of this World have given it a LEGAL definition.

Thirdly I must say that I am also a little disappointed but, foolish me foolish me.

I can hear my Father say this to me while I’m writing these words “Dear O dear, never expect anything from anyone. That is your freedom.”

Did I expect anything? Not really.

However, I am learning at an unprecedented pace this year the extent of what I can expect of myself. At 30.

I gave myself a fresh start this year.

I wholeheartedly and knowingly left my comfortable “situation” for a rather uncomfortable one!

Both professionally and personally.

But that’s not the point.

The point is dear O dear friends…

Your silence scares me.

Your inaction scares me.

But what can I say… in the last 15 years, I almost died twice, so I think I’ll be just fine…

How are you?

Are you doing fine?

Like Nina said…

Power!