Where Has It All Gone?

Words Without Roots

Who still meets people who really know how to tell a story?

I stand before a blank canvas, my brush poised to create, yet I find myself paralyzed. Not by fear, but by an overwhelming sense of emptiness. Where are the stories that once flowed through generations, carrying the weight of lived experience?

Have you noticed the quiet that has settled over our world?

It's not the peaceful silence of contemplation, but the hollow absence of something vital. The voices of our elders, once rich with proverbs and tales, have grown faint. Their words, meant to be passed down like precious heirlooms, now slip through our fingers like sand.

When experience disintegrates, nothing binds or stabilizes us. All that is left is bare life, a kind of survival.

The New Barbarism