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authorluxagraf <sng@luxagraf.net>2016-11-20 14:58:02 -0500
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+I have stood atop the bell curve and seen both sides. Or it feels like that sometimes. It feels like some kind of high water mark has passed, the tide reached as far up into the spectacular heights of civilization as it's going to and that now, suddenly, we're all noticing that it's running out behind us. I don't for a minute think that the election itself is any kind of marker, rather it's the thing that made us all look down at our feet for a moment to notice that, hey, that water is running away, back to sea and I'm sinking a bit, the sand sucking at our feet.
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+I won't pretend to know what the actual high water mark was, it could have been in the last few years, it could have been around the time I was born, it doesn't really matter, what matters is that moment when we collectively noticed and had that "oh shit" moment. That realization that maybe this weird, highly flawed, deeply suspect world we've created was not on the rise and had not been for, well, at least long enough to suck our feet under the metaphorical sand.