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I saw your face in a magazine in a fever dream and it cut me out
I am sick of terrible things happening when there is no need for them to. I am not talking about the inopportune but natural wind-down of entropy; I am talking about acts of cruelty and conscious destruction. It is not news and it is commonplace, but I am sick of it.
I have to wish my maledictions very carefully: a rising tide of disaster drowns the most vulnerable first. May those people who are capable of nothing but destruction reap it; may the rest of us live to build our world.
From Jill Lepore's "The Last Time Democracy Almost Died": "Don't ask whether you need an umbrella. Go outside and stop the rain."
I have to wish my maledictions very carefully: a rising tide of disaster drowns the most vulnerable first. May those people who are capable of nothing but destruction reap it; may the rest of us live to build our world.
From Jill Lepore's "The Last Time Democracy Almost Died": "Don't ask whether you need an umbrella. Go outside and stop the rain."
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Amen and amen. From your lips to God's ears. I am so deeply heartsick, and the admonition "do not despair at the brokenness of the world" is on the brink of impossible for me.