Black Hole Summer: Why Everything Feels Broken (And Why That’s Actually Good News)

Here’s a proposal: BLACK HOLE SUMMER.

Scientists think our entire universe might literally exist inside a massive black hole. Not metaphorically. Actually, literally, for real this time. All of reality is just information dancing on the event horizon of something so vast and incomprehensible that it makes the national debt look like pocket change.

Meanwhile, 75% of American workers report being miserable, and half say life was easier during a global pandemic. People are wistful for the era of toilet paper hoarding and arguing with relatives about whether bleach injections were a viable medical strategy.

Black Hole Summer isn’t BRAT lime green or Barbie pink. It’s the particular gray of realizing you’ve been paying attention to the wrong things for decades. It’s the color of understanding that most of what you were taught was horseshit designed to keep you docile while other people got rich off you.

The aesthetic is whatever clean clothes you can find because laundry is laughable when planning your commune. It’s sunglasses indoors because the harsh light of reality is giving everyone migraines.

But here’s what they don’t want you to know: Black holes don’t just swallow everything. They transform it. All that compressed matter shoots back out as energy so pure it can light up galaxies. It’s not destruction. It’s re-invent, it’s a glow-up on a cosmic scale.

Understand that when systems collapse, you get to build new ones. When the old world ends, you don’t have to rebuild the same broken machine.

We’re done pretending that working ourselves to death for people who hate us is noble. Done acting like it’s normal to choose between medicine and groceries. We’re done pretending that a system designed by slave owners and robber barons was ever going to work for anyone else.

The proposal is this: Stop pretending this is normal. Stop pretending you’re fine when you’re not. Stop pretending the people who are pretending everything is fine aren’t making it worse. Name the black hole. Stare into it. And then figure out how to shoot some energy back out the other side.

Because summer’s not over yet, and gravity’s just getting started.