Tonight, I feel trite and melancholy and self-pitying and lonely and uninspired.
There are terrible things going on in the world. Tens of thousands of people are dead in Myanmar; and hundreds of thousands of people’s lives are forever changed, devastated. There are terrible things happening in this City; homes of families and kids are being raided by ICE agents. And I’m sitting here, being mopey. I have no real reason, at least no reason from any perspective other than my own. And yet.
There you have it. Tomorrow is a new day, hopefully one with a bit more perspective.
“I don’t mind restrictions, or if you’re blacking out the friction. It’s just an escape; it’s overrated, anyway.” – Death Cab