I don’t know what a lemming looks like but I ‘know’ it is suicidal.
Certainty is a curious condition. It is navigating a world with a map you have drawn yourself. There are no surprises, just expectations and disappointments and repeat prescriptions of the same twenty four hours over and over again.
Convinced that I am safe, if I just concentrate on the things that I know, I surge forward into the world, I am with the crowd, not against it.
And yet, the feeling that perhaps the map is not the land itself.
And lemmings do not commit suicide, it is a fraud, a dramatic concoction for the silver screen; a Disneyfied lie to distil you and I to mere parts in a play we have not written.
© Jack Leonard 2021