Do You Feel It Too, the Strangeness of Our Time?

Ever since my last blog post, lying two months in the past already, I have actually worked on a fair number of drafts, writings I planned on sharing these past weeks. Though, whenever I returned to them, I noticed a pattern of losing track while circling the same, concurrent themes: change, and a sense of strangeness.

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Today, I noticed it again, as I drifted off my screen once more while losing myself in the stunning sight of a mountaintop dominating the view from my new workplace. As if expecting an explanation for something I cannot even name yet.

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For almost everyone I met last year, 2025 has been a somber year marked by shared, heavy themes, especially loss. 2026, on the other hand, announced itself to many as a year of change for the better, something I like to believe in myself as well. An unspoken promise. Yet, I can't help but notice a sense of strangeness when reflecting on these themes of change in regard to the present year. And since so many seem to perceive these mutually shared experiences and premonitions, I wondered, do you sense it too? The strangeness of our time?

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The course things take, or seem to take. Perhaps the course of your own life. And, the course of our human-made world. A stranger place than ever these days.

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Uncertainty has always governed the path we walk, yet for most of my life, it was softened by a subtle sense of predictability, even if only the illusion of it. These days, though, this uncertainty feels different. Unreadable. Incomprehensible. It's like having ridden a bike along a misty path with unknown, distant conditions. And yet, those in immediate sight gave at least an idea of what's to come next. These days, though, it feels like navigating this bike blindfolded. Against all odds, the route feels promising, but the entire setup makes it simply feel… strange.

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The thoughts crossing a travelling mind, anyway. Perhaps I'm spending too much time questioning the unquestionable. Observing and admiring distant places, seemingly inviting me to explore; as if offering the answers I seek to questions that haven't even reached their final form yet.