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Feedback

It’s two-thirty in the morning, and a caravan of motorcycles and dune buggies are growling up First Avenue, their engines rattling the windows.

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Solstice

People are edgy, their dreams infected with anxiety if they can sleep at all.

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Reconciliation

I want to square my life with these instructions from Thich Nhat Hanh: “Vow to work for reconciliation by the most silent and unpretentious mean possible.”

New York City

Hope

We’re still living through a season that requires the suspension of disbelief, but perhaps it’s possible to believe we’re heading somewhere better.

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Paranoia

Men with amplifiers delivered gnostic interpretations of the facial expressions of various health officials.

New York City

Alert

The silence was stunning. It had presence and weight that nearly muted the birds and the steady beat of three choppers in the sky.

New York City

Curfew

I say hello to an old man with a power drill and a bucket of screws. Everything’s coming so fast and ugly this year.

New York City

Desecration

A news anchor said, “We are descending into something that is not the United States of America tonight.” I’m not sure if this is true.

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Vacant

The White House went dark tonight in response to the protests across the street and spreading throughout the nation.

New York City

Dissonance

The presence of the police introduces the prospect of violence like a promise, and that promise came true by nightfall.

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