the bliss of ignorance
I exist in a life where everything means something. The most benign choices are a statement: either a symbol of righteousness or evidence of my own ethical oversight. I feel so ensnared by my own self-awareness, the tangle of privileges and injustices that shift and tighten with every move I make, every swipe of my credit card, everything I do and do not say. Once you know, you can’t unknow.
Everything on the internet is loaded, every decision a trap. Every choice must be weighed against an intensive, and often conflicting ethical rubric.