It’s the end of another week, and the geography of our world has remained unchanged. The borders are still where they were on Monday, the silence is just as thick, and the lack of news from the outside is becoming a presence in itself. Whatever this situation is, it’s no longer an ‘incident’ or a ‘crisis’—it’s settling in. It’s becoming the new foundation of our daily lives. You wake up, you check the perimeter, you listen for the sirens that never come, and you go to work. We are learning to live within the walls, adjusting our expectations of the future until they fit inside the town limits. It’s a slow, quiet transformation, and I suspect that’s exactly how they want it to feel.
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That’s what worries me.