East River, NYC

The president still refuses to concede the election; he’s firing his critics as well as the few remaining officials who tell the truth. An 87-year-old senator tested positive for the virus. Ten o’clock curfews in Ohio and New Mexico. Mask mandates in Iowa, North Dakota, and Mississippi. They’re closing the schools in New York City.

Meanwhile, I keep forgetting the screen is a tool, not an environment. Sometimes it feels like a sense of obligation, the way I keep clicking and scrolling—as if I’m abandoning my post if I press the off button. The decent urge to bear witness has been hijacked and thoroughly mangled. I think of Jung working and writing in a tower without electricity: “Simple acts make man simple; and how difficult it is to be simple!”

Fuck Buttons – Stalker

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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 days into my memory. Before the world changed completely.
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