-Omid-X to Hopesoo-Z (his companion on planet x)-
My dearest Hopesoo whose smile always comforted me during my most dire periods. The more I visit the universe and interact with its inhabitants of varied history and existence, the more I realize you are my most cherishable testimony to beauty, intelligence and passion. I can go on for lines and lines, but I will refrain, for I have to tell you about my decision to go silent for a few weeks. I feel the return of the despair I had a few months ago, when I thought I was quitting my work on Earth. Just as I thought I had witnessed the worst on this forsaken planet, the servants of war and atrocity have yet more tragedy to bestow upon the population.
The horrors of wars on Earth make me puke. Even though this planet is not my home, it punctures my heart to see such misery propagated upon its inhabitants. Yet, in the midst of these atrocities, the population is going about their lives as if nothing matters and nothing is happening.
In a large number of cases and people this is understandable, for their lives are so difficult and they are so on the edge of insecurity and poverty that their mind cannot project itself beyond finding ways to satisfy the very basic necessities of life.
I can now feel what it was like when our own planet went through the turmoil that preceded the great implosion. It is sad that the only way to keep one’s calm is to become numb to misery, other people’s misery. A sort of detachment from your environment, just looking elsewhere. I visit many places and see many people, but I belong to nowhere. This is, of course obvious for me, an extra-terrestrial, but there is a significant portion of the population that lives as such.
This environment reminds me of that same era on our planet, when in the midst of these upheavals, legions of people, mostly of younger age, had migrated to a fantasy world. They had created these profiles, friendships and pretend lifestyles in these virtual worlds, and pretended them to be real and substantial. They thought they were masters of their lives because they could ‘choose’ to do what they wanted, and they did not have to submit themselves to societal rules. Yet, they had missed the part where they could only do what others allowed them to do.
But to be fair to our ancestors who did pay a high price, when the society and its evolution alienates you, there is very little left to hope for if you are not willing, or capable, to play by its hegemonic rules.
Oh, my dearest Hopesoo, I wish I could share these words with you in person, but alas work has put many light-years between us, and in a certain way, has alienated us from each other. But rest assured, my love for you is unshakable and I will be back with my emails soon. Would you please be so kind as to inform my lifegivers that they will not hear from me for a while.
From Boston, Massachusetts - 14 October, 2023 (Earth)