Spent the plane ride home reading the Grooming Gangs Report.
It’s not even the individual acts of brutality I am struggling with.
It’s hard to put into words, but the way in which the entire UK society seemed to universally and exclusively engage in the most cowardly, depraved, soul-crushingly callous activities… doing everything they possibly could to prostrate themselves before demons…
Even though I have been well aware of the scale of depravity for years, there is something about the Inquiry’s unrelenting stream of horrors that makes me feel like I am standing on the edge of a bottomless pit hearing the howls of unseen millions echoing from the depths.
When I was a little kid, I used to have a nightmare that these evil creatures were building something so huge it was throwing the world itself off balance, a golden ring so gigantic it would consume the earth and yet no one could stop their construction. I would watch this edifice being erected over the horizon and everyone would be begging for them to stop, but they wouldn’t, and the world would begin to collapse into itself and I would wake up with this existential dread and terror of the infinite.
It kinda feels like that.
If I got laid off tomorrow & had to replace my salary asap, here’s exactly what I’d do:
1. Go to Instagram and start a fresh account. Use a spare email. No one has to know.