May. A Whole New World.

A dazzling place we never knew..

May, over the past decade and more, has been grief and anger, fear and bitter denial - the slow abandonment of hope and the unravelling descent into chaos, fragmentation, and a world that has left us hollowed by the sheer scale of its brutality.

Choices were made - collectively - and their consequences now echo the darkest chapters of history we once believed humanity had outgrown.

We thought we were done with genocide.

Done with the erosion of civil rights.

Done with watching people stripped of dignity, identity, and belonging because of who they are, what they believe, or where they come from.

And yet, here we are again - standing at the edge of a familiar precipice, witnessing history repeat itself in baser forms, in the in-your-face slogans, cloaked in deeper, acrid divisions, and an ever-growing apathy to human suffering, all of it wrapped in the sneering hubris of those convinced they will never be held accountable.

My home state lies in ruins - literally and figuratively.

And the state I now call home seems perilously poised to follow the same path.

The common denominator in both?

Find an enemy - usually a race, a tribe, or a community.

Blame every existing problem on them.

Abandon reason and basic common sense.

Normalize humiliation, mockery, and hatred toward that community until cruelty becomes celebration.

Meanwhile, accountability disappears.

Those entrusted to provide education, healthcare, safety, employment, and dignity are no longer questioned. Rising fuel prices, the crushing cost of living, poisoned air and discourse, the safety of women and children, unemployment, institutional decay - all of it fades into the background beneath the noise of performative outrage and endless sloganeering.

And yet, somehow, we are expected to believe that chants, spectacle, and manufactured division will solve what governance, empathy, and responsibility have failed to address.

Rinse. Repeat.

This is May.

This is the new world.

Failure to comply may result in decapitation, death, disappearance, displacement, and the deliberate dehumanization of entire peoples.

May 3, 2026.

Nagaland–Manipur border.

The hills still stand.

The people? Yet to heal.