Not the most finely crafted opinion piece , a bit amateurish, perhaps but driven by raw passion. But it landed at least with me with some weight.
There’s an existential unease thick in the air, a quiet dread that’s lingered for some time. The skies, both literal and emotional, are darkening.So when a bombshell detonates in our emotional backyard, it strikes with piercing intimacy.
It’s no longer just some distant scandal or the expected lies of a well-rehearsed politician. It feels personal like it belongs to us and the Walkers/Winns lies literally lie at the heart of that storm , this is the way that the world ends, not with a bang but a Win-per !
They are hollow (wo)men indeed.
https://juliedee.substack.com/p/the-crumbling-of-the-salt-path-a?r=tsetv&utmcampaign=post&utmmedium=web&triedRedirect=true
The Crumbling Of The Salt Path, A Metaphor For Modern Life
Why the cracks in the story remind us all we live on shaky ground
Julie Dee
But falling for lies and exaggeration can happen to the best of us.
When narratives regularly crumble like chalk, it’s a reminder to back away from the distracting scenery.
To forget the roads to nowhere, roads to hell and roads to ruin.
To stay focused on one path only.
Our own.