What’s odd to me is that while we all exist at this historic moment in History, American History, is that I have to deal with this.
I’ve written about being divided before, between the me that has to face objective reality and the me that never ceases to love you.
And now I’m an “informed American citizen” and the lunatic that shoots first into the crowd of officers.
It’s not that I don’t know what to think, rather, I wonder how I’m still operational.
All the inspirational music or speeches in the world really feels like it doesn’t hold a candle to how I keep ticking away.
I mean I’ve read all of that, a good portion of that material, but now I’m embodying it… and that feels kind of alien, when you zoom out.
