Today I woke up with a specific plan to write down a post that has been floating around in my head lately. Today I learned that that post would have been quite unfortunately timed.
So instead I cycled home in the dark at 10pm and tried to figure out what to write about instead. And having sat down to do that, I just can’t - every attempt feels plastic and hollow, and so do I.
The world is cruel. Vicious and sharp and so fucking cruel to people who deserve better. And there’s not really anything anyone can do to stop it. Powerlessness in the face of things that have hurt my friends and are going to continue to do that forever is an awful feeling.
But as I’m writing this I’m getting Discord notifications from some of those people I care about, making plans to hang out tomorrow, and I guess that’s the one thing any of us can do for it all, right? You can’t stop the world from shooting holes in your boat but you can keep bailing water and sticking patches all over the place, and maybe that will turn out to be enough one day. Maybe you can love your friends enough to out-heal some of the violence of the world, or at least make it more bearable. Maybe that’s all any of us can do.
Good night, friends. I care about you. I hope you’re all okay.
