Teils doch

Sometimes there seems to be something like a scent in the air to me, as if everything everywhere was holding its breath underneath a heavy veil that puts its weight on this globe.
People of older generations who I’ve talked to about doubts, fears and an immense sensation of powerlessness tell me they know those feelings and when they were younger, they went through similar periods in context of global political and social events. I truly believe them. Still, right now I feel like being part of a dystopian book (in which I’m even in a far more privileged position than many others) that was written decades ago, imagining madness and realities that seemed too satirically crazy to actually be or become true.
Also climate change and globally expanding wars and threats towards one another seem to put a new sense in the being of this world. ‚Things‘ like Trump happen and happened but they (/this person) hadn’t happened yet in this exact and new time with its long-term and short-term scenarios concerning everyone and, as usual, especially those who have less of everything. Although and sadly it also feels like yet the next domino in a row of highly irritating and covering-the-future-in-heavy-veils kinda events. Trump is the symbolization of hatred and ignorance that make the world repeat its mistakes over and over and over […] again, plus probably adding new ones. That (and the obviously possible pragmatic consequences for many many people) is making me deeply sad.