“When the going gets weird, the weird turn pro.”
-Hunter S. Thompson
The weird thing about everything getting weird is that, unlike back when HST wrote that, there are no more ways to monetize weirdness.
I used to think I had come to grips with what was happening and that I no longer had a sense of dread, this is no longer true.
But it’s also true that I don’t feel dread.
The dominant feeling now is weird.
It’s like the space between sleep and waking up where you can exist in the dream world and the conscious world at the same time or continually waking up from a dream only to find yourself in another dream
Everything is off kilter.
There’s no balance and nothing seems capable of restoring balance.
We have no machines or tools that can be used to right the boat.
I have no capacity to deal rationally with what’s going on because there’s nothing rational about this.
There is no solidity, like grabbing water or air.
I don’t think there’s anywhere we can step that isn’t like being on thin cracking ice.
I’d say hold on, but there’s nothing to hold on to.
It’s just fuckin’ weird.
Exactly. That's the feeling. Like being in a scary creepy Funhouse with slanted floors and mirrors and distorted images everywhere. Like bad Science Fiction meets a cheap carney act Our civilization is slipping through the cracks.
Step right up folks, step right up folks. The freak show is in full swing.
"Bargains Galore" T. Waits.
My favorite H.S.T. quote!