What’s that?
You’re wandering along through life and you see a mark on the ground, and you stop to look at it. Maybe someone pointed it out to you but you stop to look. You hear a noise and peer into the dark, knowing something is there but you’re not sure what it is, what it could be. You start to see.
Then you’re hit with a sinking feeling. There is more, so much more. You’re alone and isolated and that small mark, that subtle thing you saw isn’t the whole thing, it’s just the tip of the claw. It’s the claw mark and you look round to see you’re standing in the footprint of the most enormous thing you can’t even imagine.
At that point the dark is suddenly terrifying and every movement and noise is that huge predator approaching and you may as well lay down and die because you have no chance of survival, let alone doing anything about the predator. You can’t even scream, because no-one will hear and no-one will come, and IT may hear you instead. Then it’ll come and it’ll get you.
It’s not just anything, it’s everything and everywhere - and I don’t want to see it any more. It’s called Patriarchy and it’s terrifyingly real.
