Wild Horse Rappers by Precious Okoyomon & Willis Plummer
Beds serve dreams well. People live in their beds for years at a time. Entire lifetimes pass by when they sleep. Lots of things resolve themselves thanks to that larger world. Depression desires sleep for it represents a journey away from problems, towards a new place where screw ups happen without consequences. Horses ride proud and gallantly out in that environment, looking for a bedroom to enter. Poor horses in reality rare have such happy things happen to them. The world at large generally refuses to treat the living with dignity and respect. Humans are in fact animals and how they treat each other looks appalling from far away, and up close it is even worse.
Horses reside out west. Cowboys made careers out of their horseback riding abilities. YouTube allows for those horses to wander freely. Movies depict the freedom horses bring. Sadly it remains out the realm of possibility. People craft those movies for escapist purposes usually. By overwhelming the viewer with so much information, so much action, the planet gets a moment to recover for a short spell. Active humanity hurts the planet, the exact same planet that foolishly gave life to its own demise. Maybe the Earth is a human considering its own self-destructive capabilities.
Transformation feels real. America does transformation a lot. Originally founded with a defiant purpose, it has become static with the passage of time. With every year that initial spark is discovered to be less and less benign. Referencing Darwin, referencing cruelty, the face of modernity in America looks terrifying to most who live there. Perhaps one day there will be a change, a better version of America which longs for equality instead of the state-run protection of privilege, financed by a number of backers who have a desire to always be those backers.
Negativity does not have to be a bad attribute necessarily. Sometimes within negativity is honesty. The awfulness of the world, of so much of it, gives the good part that context. If everything was amazing would anybody appreciate it? Probably not it would be too much and not enough. A balance is of the utmost importance for the ways of the world rarely conform with positivity. Striving for it, that positive quality, means enough. Salvation implies that perfection is impossible. To search for that release from the awful takes up entire lifetimes, whole generations hoping for something better.