Fear, Anxiety and Conformity
There it is… in the corner of the room… like Bob from Twin Peaks. I never noticed him before. Lurking. Growling. One wide eye... a perfect square. Ragged. Vicious. Wearing makeup… made up by the professional. Breaking - Just In - Two warring nations… “Nuclear.” Don’t forget nuclear… say it loud, say it often, just in case we forgot. Purposeful panic… a reminder: Armageddon is always just a headline away. My chest tightens. Anxiety climbs. I have a boy. A son. A child who loves ice cream. He plays pirates… plastic figures from the supermarket. Yes… a luxury. Slave to the dollar! Slave to the system! Conform to the noise. Sit in the corner. Watch Bob. He stares… wide-eyed… beautifully painted. And I am terrified. The Cartels. The Mafias. The Gangsters... making their money. The posh Ca...
