the human condition is giving me whiplash
The summer of me having bronchitis ended with a bang not a whimper (I met a rockstar at a bar in Seattle) and even though I can never partake in a recreational cigarette for the rest of my life, I am comforted that the weather is cooling and my music is transitioning to a more autumnal theme. It’s the last week of October and it feels like this one was the fastest one yet (the years keep coming and the years keep coming and the years keep—).
Although to be quite honest, it’s kind of weird to be living a normal life and enjoying things while also tuning into live updates of the catastrophe of genocide happening in real time. I wish I had a funny stupid quip about how my days are like taking a break between work meetings to read/watch/listen to the horrors and wondering about the futility of living and “thriving” in the world’s largest evil regime when all this is allowed to go on but I can’t bring myself to do it. I just feel angry. Even writing this feels like I’m making it about myself. I guess this isn’t what I expected to be writing about after fucking off for a month, but I can’t help it. I can’t turn it off. I can’t scroll past. If nothing else, I have to witness, have to remember. I can’t get the video out of my head of the little girl asking God why this has happened to her family and why she wasn’t taken too. I think that’s going to haunt me forever. Anyway.
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