The time of great anxiety comes closer to its natural conclusion, day by day. Nature abhors a vacuum, and the chasm is preparing to close. What will be the new normal when the fervent dust of innovation reshapes the world in the image of the new gods.

I can’t stop crying. The facts are messy. She gave so much, so that I can have what she didn’t. She put me in places to become who she wished she could be, and succeeded in completely upending a legacy of poverty, and criminality.  How to preserve a relationship that threatens to unravel the work of a lifetime? Soft humans are fragile. What am I made of? How does this stuff age? Does this soft stuff brittle and shatter? Harden and densify? Crystalize?

Who knows how history will recall this time? We cowrite this story in real time, set out with intention.  Everyone knows that life ends with death. Still we wait with bated breath, hands shaking with trepidation over how it all ends.

Can’t I have it all?

So finite is a human life, but I have loved you since time began. Long after this body expires, I will go on loving you.

Sprinkling the vibes across North America. Could you feel it coming?