The Walk

What does it matter how one person responds to a plague that doesn’t even notice them
How is anybody supposed to keep giving a shit about a world that is so hopelessly devoted to sickness
This feeling
The grief
The anger
How senseless this is
And how little we can really do to stop the world around us from falling apart
I think that’s the plague

?
In the back of our minds
We try to ignore day in and day out
Distracting ourselves with frivolous bullshit
Or numbing ourselves with blind faith or optimism
Until we just can’t anymore
It’s the same sickness that compеls some people to rеfuse to wear masks
Demanding freedom
Not from disease
From having to fight it in the first place
Having to worry about what happens to a world that so obviously does not worry about what happens to us

And it’s the same sickness that drives desperate humans towards fascism or capitalism
Or any bullshit ideology that makes them feel like the main character
Make them feel powerful again
As if we could escape our own smallness
If we just killed enough of the scapegoats
Dominated enough of our fellow humans

But of course, there is no escaping
Like the people in Iran, we are stuck here
Trapped between our egos and our insignificance
Forced to figure out
What we wanna do with ourselves
While we wait to see if the next mindless virus will be the one that finally gets us

But that’s why we cling so much to hopefulness for our avoidance
Because without them all we're really left with is despair
It’s not just the death of ego it’s the death of meaning
Cause if I really am this powerless
If nothing I will do will be enough to stop the stupid plague
Then what the fuck am I doing here?