Frankly, I don’t know what to write. I’m battling a low level cold and, you know, the crisis of humanity, so all my thoughts are incoherent, fragmented. Nothing I can say or do feels important right now, but I’m trying to fight this feeling, getting back to what I know can and will propel me into getting a grip on myself amongst the heartbreak: writing, art, photography.
So this missive will be just that: fragments of thoughts and memories, not my usual coherent self, no narrative, no solutions. I don’t know if I should even write any of this down, let alone hit “send” but here we go.
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I have no words left in me. No arguments. You can’t have a meaningful conversation with someone who has a completely different set of facts from your own. Sometimes I feel like we exist in parallel universes. I’ve seen it happen before. It’s truly surreal.
Of course I could say that not killing and maiming children or intentionally starving a population should be a universal “no-no” in our set of facts …
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