Today, we’re going to talk about the positives.
Yeah, I know. What? How can the guy who wrote Saint Sadist write about positivity?
The answer’s obvious, of course. To paraphrase Walt Whitman, we contain multitudes.
But onto the meat of this thing. 2020 has been a terrible year, probably the first year I wouldn’t tell a doomsday-preaching evangelical they were crazy if they said we were living in the End Times. While I don’t think the apocalypse will play out quite the way they suspect, I’d say for all their years of playing this fear-mongering guessing game, they may have at least landed somewhere in the ballpark of reality.
I recently changed the name of this blog to Coping Mechanisms for the Apocalypse. Those five particular words have been in my head a lot over the last two years or so. It’s likely no accident they rose from the swamps of my subconscious around the same time I spent a long weekend in a psych ward.
There are two apocalypses. One is global and the other (and perhaps more important one) takes place inside of you. Why do most of my seemingly real-world horror stories often devolve into psychodrama and symbolism? I believe real world problems aren’t actually solved in the real world. They’re solved in our dreams, our subconscious–collective and otherwise.
The world’s on fire and everything hurts, so let’s cope together.
In the world of dark fiction, we’ve so far seen stunning debuts from Samantha Kolesnik and Jo Quenell. We got not one but TWO new releases from Chandler Morrison. We got Murder House by C.V. Hunt, a book I think will go down as one of her best. We also got another winning collection by Charles Austin Muir and new nonfiction by Brian Keene. Not bad at all, eh?
We can still stream movies and shows. Speaking of which, I recently saw a Thai film called The Pool. It’s GRUELING in the best way possible and cinematic storytelling at its best.
Lockdown sucks, but I’ve been cooped up with people I love more than anything. My kid’s at an age where he’s infinitely curious and can still hold down a conversation. My wife is the hardest working person I know and remains a beacon of light despite having her own struggles. Today is our son’s birthday and though I’m working the day job, I’m bound to get some quality time in during the evening.
I bring up The Pool because it’s probably the most apt metaphor for life in 2020 I’ve seen so far. It has lots of out-of-the-frying-pan-into-the-fire-moments, heart-wrenching deaths, impossible odds, and luck both good and bad. Basically, the main character is trapped in a deep, empty pool with a hungry, pregnant crocodile. Anything else I say will spoil it.
I feel like we’re the film’s protagonist, Day. His circumstances constantly go from bad to worse. The exhaustion and pain on his face is our exhaustion and pain.
At least we’ve got some good reading material though, huh?
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