Dark: A world tour.
Dark is an honest word and a dishonest one. Honest, because it names the hours when you cannot see the path and still have to walk. Dishonest, because institutions borrow it as weather: a season they claim to shepherd you through, while they take inventory of your labour.
An honest word, and a dishonest one
Dark is an honest word and a dishonest one. Honest, because it names the hours when you cannot see the path and still have to walk. Dishonest, because institutions borrow it as weather: a season they claim to shepherd you through, while they take inventory of your labour, your name, your grief. In a hard year they do not only offer shelter. They absorb. They file you under care until the file is the only place you are allowed to exist.
The shift happens in the body first
A paradigm shift is not a slogan on a wall. It happens in the body first: the old map goes blank, the new one is too sharp. You feel it as vertigo, and then, worse, as recognition. The new picture is devastatingly accurate. You cannot unsee who was fed, who was archived, who was thanked in public and emptied in private. Psychology calls it rupture. Records would call it a correction. Both are true at once.
The same grammar twice
Institutional abuse does not require a different species of cruelty when the victim is a child and when the victim is a young company. The grammar is the same. You are small. You are told the room is for your own good. You are asked to be grateful for the corridor, the grant, the logo on the door. You are not heard when you say the corridor has no exit. Living it twice is not metaphor. It is the same silence, older clothes. The child was not believed. The company is “not a good fit.” The minutes are clean. The people are not.
A world tour
So the word returns. Dark. A world tour: every city has a building that lights itself at night and calls the street unsafe. Every profession has a body that speaks for the field while the field is outside, unpaid, still carrying the work. The irony is not that darkness exists. The irony is who gets to name it, and who is made to wear it.
Who is walking in the dark?
It begs the question, quietly, without a podium: who is truly walking in the dark? The one without a letterhead, still making the record? Or the one with the keys, convinced the lights they switched on are the sun?
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