There are an unsettling number of people around us who are just not thinking right. From frighteningly fragile to deeply disturbed, people who just can’t fathom what they see before them.
Some are gazing inward, cowering.
Others are scrutinizing the immediate world around them, considering retreat.
And there are those keeping their eyes on the horizon, taking aim on demons they’ve yet to actually see.
Any of them could be equally horrified by what they perceive,
but I really can’t distinguish which of them could be more horrifying.
Essentially more tragic.
Ultimately, more dangerous.
And any number of them are capable of being absolutely delightful, engaging and personable.
I believe I might have loved a few.
J. K. R. Nash IV