This Month’s
EVERYTHING IS INTERESTING
hello
Hey everyone. I went to the river yesterday. The river was still there. This is a definition of hope fulfilled.
I went to the dirt. The dirt was still there. And the moon. The kids that live on my block and the teachers at the schools and the magpies on the trashcan. Still there.
My eyes do not see wool. I knew before I knew. I think many of us did.
But we hoped, despite. I am not embarrassed by our hope. We can hope with clenched fists. We can hope while we scream with grief at the magpies on the trashcan. We can hope while being defeated.
I’m sorry to the magpies I screamed at in my office parking lot.
Defeat comes from desfait, Old French, meaning undone. And that is what I am: undone.
What can we make of this threadbare world?
We will not end on a question. Here is what I am remembering:
The sun rose. We deserve to live. Love has never been a popular movement. It is boring to quit. We are deliberate. We will keep each other safe.
***
And because life is remembering, here are other reminders:
No, we are not doomed. But “there’s no single answer that will solve all of our future problems. There’s no magic bullet. Instead there are thousands of answers–at least. You can be one of them if you choose to be.” (Octavia Bulter)
“The things that I loved were very frail. Very fragile. I didn't know that. I thought they were indestructible. They weren't.” (Cormac McCarthy)
“Unhappy the land that is in need of heroes.” Bertolt Brecht)
“Make it simple but not simpler.” (Einstein)
“The role of the lover is the exact same as the role of the artist. If I love you, I must make you aware of the things you do not see.” (James Baldwin)