The world we are in now feels chaotic. Disembodying.

We stare constantly into the abyss. War. Famine. Neo-fascism. Epidemics. Natural disasters. Ecological destruction. A relentless procession of endings. Sometimes it feels as if the end is nearing. But perhaps it has always felt this way. How many people have predicted the apocalypse in this century alone? In the last? How many generations have believed they were living through the final chapter?

And still, every day, there are new predictions of collapse. New maps of the abyss.

But the abyss has always been with us.

This is the dark place.

Not the one that is coming. Not the one over the horizon. The one beneath our feet. The one we wake up inside of. The one we scroll through, work through, dream through.

all we have left to do is turn on the light.