The newspaper stories were like dreams to us, bad dreams dreamt by others. How awful, we would say, and they were, but they were awful without being believable. They were too melodramatic, they had a dimension that was not the dimension of our lives.
We were the people who were not in the papers. We lived in the blank white spaces at the edges of print. It gave us more freedom.
We lived in the gap between the stories.
- The Handmaid's Tale, Margaret Atwood

and how true is that? what with all the chaos and destruction going on all around the globe, and all we hear and read about through the media.... for all we know we could be very much sheltered from the harsh plain truth...... we could be living in our own little dimension and not be aware of that....... how scary is that?
would i rather continue living in an imperfect world or be living among the stage of crossover from dystopia to utopia, where chaos and imbalance rule the day?
i'd rather the former
familiarity and routine is what comforts me, and being human, i'm but a creature of habit, and am subject to failings and errors too....... so help me God