Apr 23
theres gotta be a word for that feeling where youre faced with obscene evidence your country is turning into a dystopian hellscape and then you go out in your parents yard and watch the dogs run around from a bench, sipping coffee, feeling the sun. its not apathy cause i do care. more just acknowledgement that the wheels have been in motion for collapse since before i was born and that that hasnt stopped life from happening. and it wont in the future either. even with radical change for the worse theres gonna be good constants. like playfulness, and the sun, and the turn of the season
