In the same way every animal finds its way into a trap, people sure-footedly step toward normalcy to survive.
If you do not feel the constant threat and ruthless pressure of normalcy bearing down on you, it is because you are a part of it; an unknowing devotee of the unremarkable.
Normal is the greatest constraint and coercive force in the world.
Normal is an insidious benevolence; a sweet tool of conformity responsible for incalculable loss.
Normal is a silent violence against progress.
Normal is an easy-going oppression.
Normal is a failure of imagination.
Anything aberrant or uncommon reminds them, that they took the easy way out, through the wide gates of normal.
Their suppressed and secreted crave for their own distinctiveness, is inverted and weaponized against anyone unusual, for they remind them of their profound loss of self.
The covered wreckage and half felled scaffolding of who they once were before they gave-up haunts them like an inescapable shadow-self.
