what if our leaders are not blind and instead know precisely what they are doing, and our disquiet comes from this sneaking awareness. doubt, our friend in times of confusion, has turned against us—inspiring paranoia. we are experiencing all this confusion. maybe what needs to be told isn't a story at all but a kind of long psalm—a litany of mourning. of species grief.
... what if our capacity to imagine has been so badly damaged by the information climate of our times that destruction is all we can see? what if deforming our ability to imagine the present is precisely what governments and power systems do to control us? 


john freeman,
dictionary of the undoing