sunday energy #48
a list of observations
Happy Sunday, Happy Lunar New Year, Happy Black History Month.
Here’s how I know I live in a dystopian hell-scape:
I think of every movie or TV show or book about the end of the world I’ve ever consumed and somehow none are as truly bleak as the current reality.
Another evacuation warning as the IDF gears up to invade Rafah, a so-called “safe-zone”. There is absolutely no subtlety to this carnage.
WHERE ARE THESE TIRED, COLD, HUNGRY, THIRSTY, GRIEVING, TRAUMATIZED PEOPLE SUPPOSED TO FUCKING GO?
I’ve started to crave beauty more than I ever have before.
I try to collect beauty in the form of traveling, friendship, the embrace of my partner, reading words that soothe and inspire, watching movies that feel like escape, eating delicious home-cooked meals.
Still, on some level, everything tastes like blood.