Existential Reckoning, 2024

May 2024

Art is just another form of screaming.

It's easy to feel helpless in today's world. It's like you can't scream hard enough, your very *soul* needs to scream from the constant horrors. I titled this piece after a Puscifer album title, as well as being lyrics in the song "Bread and Circus".

   "Here we are in the middle of our existential reckoning
Long ago we all traded, regretfully abdicated
Our voice and our light
Self-sovereignty
Charge our command and means
Trade it all for bread and circus

Here we are in the middle of our existential reckoning
The pawns and powers that be
Play checkers, chess and monopoly
For keeps, for lifе, for all
To the death, for our servility

Acquiеscent and idling
Predestinated circling
Romulus and Remus paradox
Trade it all for nothing more than
Concessions, fireworks
Pageantry and glitter
Gladiators and jesters, just entertainers
Bread and circus

Here we are in the middle of our existential reckoning
Acquiescent and idling
Predestinated circling
Here we are in the middle of our existential reckoning
Acquiescent and idling
Predestinated circling"