So this is pretty much how it feels in my mind whenever I try to write anything lately. I want to write about "homegrown" terrorists in the U.S.A., but I can't find the words to make anything happen. It's so deep, not so deep that I can't touch the bottom, just so deep that it's hard to wade through everything; just shallow enough that it's impossible to swim.There's definitely something wrong with the world today... but I'm pretty sure it's a crazy combination of the same things that it's always been, and their logical continuances into a world of technology, sensationalism and nihilism, also a world of religiosity, fundamentalism and corruption.
I'll explain the drawing a little. I wanted to write, so I had to start somewhere. An outline wasn't going to cut it, so I went for the "Mind Map" as Mr. Krout (at one point a very real 3rd grade teacher) used to call them. I started with religion, terrorism and government. Fanaticism, nationalism, fascism and violence came next. Socialism joined religion through the idea of taking care of the poor. Democracy showed up. Economy became a pillar that government was built on. I drew the women next. The dream girl comes from good stock: democracy, politics; truth, justice and the American way. The reality check is pregnant, comes from the economy and seems to scream marriage. The woman standing next to religion is either a mother or an ex, a hag if you will. These are the women that Government has been involved with. He's a long ways away from religion, obviously in bed with the economy, but lusting over the idea of wonderful, perfect politics, happy, informed constituents and democracy for all.
The pictures all started coming next. After the ladies, I wanted to make a place for everyone else to live; normies and muggles. I drew the big towers, and then the small complexes, adorned with gargoyles and then the power lines. I wanted a moon, but the crecent then remined me of various "Islamic" flags, so I drew a star and put in a couple of F-16's. I hate that the (idea 0f) my country is (apparently) at war with (an idea of) the very concept of Islam. Especially since there is too much in common to deny.
The bomb around terrorism came next. It's falling on the city. It's movement lines are made up of different styles/ideas/types of terrorism. Then came the river of deceit/lake corruption between economy and democracy, beneath government; there's a cabin there, secluded from the public eye. The train tracks between religion, government and the lake/end of the track are supposed to show an archaic connection, that although seen as a little backwards by modern standards, is still in full effect. Wisdom found it's way to the cemetary, and progress is in the ICU.
There's a black hole under "Anarchy," as I see it, a great idea that people are totally not prepared to actually exist in. A house where a bunch of B.S. lives is surrounded by the good neighbors of nationalism, fascism, violence, rebellion and fanatacism. It's built right on top of what was once known as oppression.
Lastly came the scissor lift, lifting a sptting science away from the angry religious mob. Unattached, peace points to truth, but they're out of reach of religion with plenty else standing in the way. Two dogs barking across a see through fence representing different ideas of what's right and wrong. Everything's connected to everything else, some way or another, but it's all disconnected from the source. Something else I've been thinking about lately: without someone around to say I am, I'm left postulating about the last guy(s) and exactly who they were and what they really meant when they said: _____________.
