A sunset memory east of Dodge City, 2010

It’s a strange kind of whiplash, living in a society that’s somehow becoming more sensitive and cruel at the same time. I find myself sighing more often as I grow older, and I’m not sure if it’s a sigh directed at the past, present, or future.

The president will make people sign waivers that release his campaign from liability if they contract the coronavirus at his rallies. I can’t think of anything more American.

First, there was the Western States Pact and the Northeast Coalition when the pandemic took hold. Now protestors have established an autonomous zone in Seattle. The best thing about 2020 is the grammar.

A classic slab of heavy-duty slow-motion guitar drone from Seattle.

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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