We confront the limitless borders and boundaries of empty space, the void of our own thoughts and the longing to give meaning to our own often meaningless lives. The act of writing is both damnation and salvation working in parallel as the struggle to pull down meaning and to make it a concrete memorial to our own existence. Without such written documents to enrich our lives we would concomitantly damn both ourselves and others to an unbearable obscurity. Literature in all its forms accordingly documents and records the greatness of human society as much as its banality. The two are inseparable. For without ugliness and banality we would have no measure of the great and the grand. All writers attempt to strive for meaning amongst the banality of their own existence, if only to make it seem grand, if only to themselves and to nobody else.
Marcus D. Niski, 10 March 2021
Naked Cities Journal 