I find myself a blank for what to write lately and haven't written much. My health's been terrible, first mental, then physical shortly after I felt better. I wish I'd done so much more in the leadup to this election, volunteer, knock on doors, make phonecalls, everything I've wished everybody else to do I've done a horrendous job mysef.
But even were I better, it escapes me how one can choose what to write when the world wafts in so many directions that there is no keeping abreast of all its developments. What happens tomorrow is so historic that the mind draws a blank for teasing out all its possibilities. All I can say is that had I the mental effort to think about it lately, I'd be scared. But I don't, so it all just seems up to some higher being, and we're just waiting for a decree out of our control.
Democracy should never be this dramatic.
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