Groundhogs Day

The days seem to be getting longer, shorter, it seems that we have seen our own shadows and have accepted that we are not going anywhere.  Depression and claustrophobia have evolved/dissolved into a sense of numb acceptance.  This newly discovered lack of collective anxiety has produced a willingness to give into our own situation; we have begun to engage our own mirages, which seem to manifest collectively and individually, shifting it seems according to their own motivation.  Some of us have begun teaching these apparitions what we have learned in this frozen abyss.  They are loosely engaged but fast learners.  Some applaud politely before disapearing again into the ice.  Perhaps this engagement, the teaching of these "lessons" reflects a symptom of madness or a product of our determination to avoid it; I cannot determine which.