Shout-out to anyone else who sometimes needs A Moment to process how profoundly immature the world is.
Sometimes, when writing explainers, I feel an overwhelming sense of futility.
Last week, realizing my agent didn't even grok the anti-propaganda themes in my war trilogy made me acutely aware that markets aren't primed to want work reevaluating our history and cultural givens.
We want stories that sing in-group safety and self-righteousness back to us.
O we small and fragile creatures, eh?
I do the same thing!
(Right down to the "somewhat sentient" part.)
It's quite a calming exercise, as is looking at the stars and remembering that in the cosmic realm, all of our strutting about on this tiny stage of a pale blue dot really is just a lot of sound and fury - signifying nothing to the vast expanses of outer space already, and signifying nothing to us, as well, soon enough.
Glad to be a fellow bacteria in your vicinity for now, though, Swinemiester. π¬ Much obliged.
@MLClark Glad to be of service!π