I keep thinking that these are the end times. This does not really distinguish them from other times, since I don’t really have any kind of progressive vision of the world. But I think we are moving, inexorably, towards the end of a phase, the deterioration of global lipservice, at least, to a rules-based world to a more Hobbesian one. It seems appropriately apocalyptic as climate change becomes real and part of every day life.
It is interesting to watch and feels like a more profound shift than even 9/11 did.
My dream was of a bucket of frogs, black slimy creatures, quite repellent, all in a bucket. I didn’t know what to do with them as I was leaving the country soon (this was in my old bedroom in Lahore). Then one slipped out and lost itself in the clutter, distressing me as I thought it would die there and the smell of its rotting flesh would never leave. Then my mother and I (my mother being alive in the matter-of-fact way of dreams) took out the bucket to the park outside the house and emptied it in leafy, wet ditch. I felt relief that the frogs were gone, and also struck with fear that I had caused environmental catastrophe.