Light snowfall here in Ohio, and the weather report was mixed with grim coronavirus forecasts. I want to believe things are moving in a better direction, that these days of anxiety and pain might produce a better world.
Tonight I realized I haven’t thought about the president in days, and the effect is like the relief when a pounding headache fades. I’m not sure if this is due to a healthier media diet on my part, or if he’s just disappeared to sulk in some gold-plated room. Pointing this out, however, raises the white bear problem.
Sunn O))) – Grimm & Bear It
Grimmrobe Demos | Hydra Head Records, 1999 | Bandcamp
Each night in 2020 I wrote a short post for a series called Notes From the End of a World because I wanted to etch these times into my memory. Before the world changed completely.
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