from the outside world

Reason has left the table of negotiation. Participation has never seemed so precious and the impossibility of closeness so bitter. The will to be a part of it, when "it" is getting smaller and smaller everyday. From here, nothing's happening, in there too much is happening. But this is much noise for nothing. A beautiful window of animated figures of no concrete matter.
It all boils down to power, cooperation is a dying illusion, a firework dimming far above my head, as the new source of light seems tainted and corrupted.
One word left : masquerade!
And what I weep and grieve may not be the mystified earth, the cruelly changing climate, but the human disability to be Fair, Ambitious, and Binding...together.