Shining broken glass washed up on a beach
It turns out I did not need to petition my parents to cancel their subscription to the Washington Post because they had never taken one out in the first place, but as a glass-rattling screech of the Overton window I did not enjoy the news about either it or the Los Angeles Times. I would prefer not to be told how fluffily naive it is of me to want to live in a democracy this time next year without any more of an asterisk next to it. Of course we have plans to vote. Of course I want it to matter.
