This was hard to read, in the best and most instructive sense. I kept flinching, wanting to pivot away, thinking about the toll of all this on my own kids, on all our kids. And yeah, on everybody, but because of my lens I’m conscious especially of the about-to-graduate or just-graduated, the young adults heading towards and-now-comes-the-world, where that delicate circumstance that might be called momentum or good fortune or, dunno, organic flow, where all that has been ripped away. And the loss of that sense of possibility (slim enough these days under the best of circumstances), stolen, stunted, curtailed…it just breaks my fucking heart. Here’s to the hope that March won’t be just another February.
This was hard to read, in the best and most instructive sense. I kept flinching, wanting to pivot away, thinking about the toll of all this on my own kids, on all our kids. And yeah, on everybody, but because of my lens I’m conscious especially of the about-to-graduate or just-graduated, the young adults heading towards and-now-comes-the-world, where that delicate circumstance that might be called momentum or good fortune or, dunno, organic flow, where all that has been ripped away. And the loss of that sense of possibility (slim enough these days under the best of circumstances), stolen, stunted, curtailed…it just breaks my fucking heart. Here’s to the hope that March won’t be just another February.