I’m trying hard to form coherent thought and to process things. I’ve got posts to write about the importance of relaxation (and the Fitzgerald Museum), more Adventures of a Thirty-Two Year Old Junior, and some other things rattling around in my head. There are posts that I want to write but now isn’t the time to write them… and there never may be a time to write them.
And… I can’t. Thoughts of the recent atrocity in Orlando, the continual acid, lowest-common-denominator rhetoric being spat back and forth politically, and personal failures due to the fear of the unknown and the callous indifference of people who are supposed to be helpful just keep on making me think that the future is just flat-out fucked.
I’ll write more when I feel better. I think.