Hail the terrariums of our production
I could not have said this better. The worries of solipsism and inescapability are inescapable. And arise every moment - from that Imperial past which Bree Newsome nailed perfectly in the tweet you quote - that matrix within which springs each new thought every fresh experience. What is a person to do? There’s No Escape as the buddhists say - one of them also said we can’t exchange so much as a fart - but there is noticing. And writing it down. And pre-ordering someone’s next book. Ha!