And finally, wondering if something was really wrong with her daughter, her mother, my friend’s sister, asked, in a combination of exasperation and concern: “Darling, there’s no monster! Monsters aren’t real. You know that! Everything’s fine. What makes you think there’s a monster? What monster?”
Everywhere, the move away from normalcy is happening at light speed as transitions are never linear, only exponential as seen by the frightening heat map at the top of the page. A Wet Bulb Moment looms.