I don't think people realize how fragile it all is how it just falls apart when you're looking out of the window at something else at first you don't realize because it happens bit by bit you'll get used to it
the culture war looms it pulls out your skirt on fridays take me out please take me where the boys are you know you want to it tugs at your sleeves saying oh you didn't hear what they said about you? flag wars they sing
truth is a preference it's true if it feels right if it doesn't well it's fake news of course
oh you didn't know non-player character will you play to win? because feelings don't care about your facts
you see I was born in 83 in the newly formed islamic republic of iran three years into the trench warfare that changed the psyche of a nation forever high on the islamic revolution full of fury blood and soil blood and soil the hors d'oeuvres of the war we fled in 88 three months before the war ended nothing gained nothing fulfilled
I see the absolute worst in people I watch them and learn much from what they get outraged by and what they don't it all starts small rooted in a search for meaning a sense of purpose once this is defined just watch them turn on each other the other essentially
war needs a dragon war needs young men to believe the culture war has always been there like a monsterβs nails casting an ominous shadow behind the bedroom door tapping away at your mother's vinyl flooring
when people get safe with fear at bay the tapping dims but when an immigrant stabs an infidel or a black man is apparently murdered on video the tapping gets louder what is the dream of the foreigner hoping to penetrate the walls of the golden city to weaken it? from the russian bot to the isis video slicing brody's neck right before your eyes it gets at you doesn't it? doesn't he look like you? your white knuckles are shaking yes yes the monster says I will draw you in
because I'm just a monster living in the hallway and I'm nothing without you is what he'll never ever tell you
but it's true he aims to exaggerate the divisions within your family to exploit it to challenge your identity to play with your emotions as you've done to them so you know this game very well you just don't know the side of the table that will as in the iran-iraq war both the us and the uk sold arms to both sides the great game
War is profitable and the opportunity to cash in on it is tempting people don't have ideas ideas have people how fragile at all is
this very society that I cherish that I sought refuge in my family the vast base the stable economy common law democracy if life started in the east then the reason to be of the west is to carry on the torch to learn from past mistakes and to be a light unto the world until our very toes are inching at the pacific with no further to go will I find myself staring at the window pondering what happened like so many countless men throughout history have?
how fragile at all this we won't know until it's taken from us not by the formless foreigner but by our own very hand that opens the bedroom door to experience our darkest insides that grows and grows endlessly until we have nothing else the monster in the bed now in all that cold and all that dark