We live in fictitious times indeed, my friends.
The story is everywhere right now. Larger than life characters with fascinating backstories and mainstream melodrama. Big names for big personalities—TRUMP, COUMO, FAUCI. Constant suspense, harrowing cliffhangers, high stakes. It is a story for the ages. Playing now on screens everywhere.
Be not mistaken—this is not a biography of 2020. This isn’t a true story. The historical record of the last two months will not be found in the nonfiction section. Instead of revisionist history, this is the revisionist now. A fictionalized take set in present day. I keep looking for a footnote to denote sources, but we are living a story. Stories don’t have research. They don’t have sources. No footnotes. We are getting information, but do not mistake fiction for facts. Information is simply a collection of words absent source or circumstance or conformation.
Information without context is not a fact—it is an agenda.
A story. A script. The players recite their lines in gravitas worthy Tom Stoppard or Arthur Miller—endless Shakespearean soliloquies over Twitter—fatality count in place of page numbers to pass the unfolding drama. There’s danger, death, and drama. We’re living in a science fiction with questionable science.
Question everything. Always. Because you never know where the answers are coming from...
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