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Enrage, enrobing, engaging
1/12/21 11:59 pmI hate this place. This stinging solid wave of disgust and distaste and rejection of the way that things have been and the way that things are becoming, quickly -- much too quickly.
Some days I wish I could sleep and wake up after it's all over, but I also want to see, need to have my own cognition involved in the watching, need to be able to read the disparate accounts and form my own observations.
It's a mess, right now. It's worse than I feared it would be, four years and change ago. But it isn't, somehow, worse than I have come to expect after living through it.
There's a storm outside right now, the wind shaking the house gently.
I am safe, and living where I am and looking how I look, I am likely to stay that way. I want to live to see this pass, to see something new and brighter take the place of hate and destruction. It seems possible, still.
We'll see.
Some days I wish I could sleep and wake up after it's all over, but I also want to see, need to have my own cognition involved in the watching, need to be able to read the disparate accounts and form my own observations.
It's a mess, right now. It's worse than I feared it would be, four years and change ago. But it isn't, somehow, worse than I have come to expect after living through it.
There's a storm outside right now, the wind shaking the house gently.
I am safe, and living where I am and looking how I look, I am likely to stay that way. I want to live to see this pass, to see something new and brighter take the place of hate and destruction. It seems possible, still.
We'll see.
