Never done or known before.
The surface of the world no longer has the same texture or feel. There is a stillness and heaviness that bares upon us all. Something that has never been seen, or felt. It is "everywhere but nowhere". I worry for my own little people, for others, and for those across the world from me. There is a shift in the deepest parts of places - it is stepping off into some unknown future where nothing is certain. Taking it "step by step, day by day," without a tinniest bit of clarity.
Almost every woman I have ever met has a secret belief that she is just on the edge of madness, that there is some deep, crazy part within her, that she must be on guard constantly against ‘losing control’—of her temper, of her appetite, of her sexuality, of her feelings, of her ambition, of her secret fantasies, of her mind.”
Elana Dykewomon, “Notes for a Magazine,” in: Sinister Wisdom #36