This is how it’s going to work. I’m going to have thoughts. And then those thoughts will find their way here. So this is a series. Of thoughts. Published randomly. For no reason. Thank you for coming.

Perhaps it was never there

And just like that it’s gone. The monolith that stood in the Utah desert, that apparently was there for years, undiscovered, unseen, has now vanished. Like it was never there at all. And though we have the internet to tell us it was there, and that it was found, and inspected, and became a thing, I would prefer to think it was never there. Ever. That we all imagined it. A collective hallucination. Like the reign of The Orange One (fingers crossed he doesn’t stick around and come up like yesterday’s spicy pepperoni), or Brexit (sorry UK, you’re stuck with this one), or all of 2020 (the calendar still works, right?), or like an entire season of Dallas (I was more of a fan of Patrick Duffy in Man from Atlantis but then again I was more in the demographic for that show and I was a kid).

But what if, really, the monolith is a piece of art (likely) and the attention ruined the art itself? Like once it was found, it no longer served its purpose? Like Banksy’s art shredding stunt, the monolith’s disappearance was baked in, it was supposed to disappear as soon as it was found, kind of like Sartre’s idea of choice, or free will. Kind of. The idea that we have free will up to the point where we exercise it, when it is diminished because we have made a choice and are no longer free. The disappearance was the endpoint. The work of art does not exist without it

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That’s the monolith. And, hopefully, that is everything else. We’re in the home stretch of 2020. We’re entering the third act of the plague. 2021 is the year of recovery. Or rediscovering who we are. Or what we are. There’s way too much symbolism happening here, but 2016–2020 just feels like perhaps it was an outlier. A thing we tried. I have no illusions about the future. I have never had illusions about it. One of my (few) qualities is my realism. And my low expectations. Most days, it’s a redeeming feature. And perhaps, like the monolith, the new year will announce itself as an absence. A lack. More defined by what it’s not than what it is.

(And fuck it if a new and similar monolith wasn’t just found in…Romania!!!)

If this is the actual monolith we might be screwed…

Writer. Complainer. I drink bourbon. I have edited media, worked in content and branding and strategy, and chances are I’ll do those things again. @arjunbasu

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