An Outlet

I’m not entirely sure why I’m writing this. Why I jumped through the hoops to set up a domain and hosting and Ghost configuration.

But my best guess is a feeling of hopelessness. A feeling that rich, powerful people have in my lifetime consolidated so much power that nothing an engaged mass of normal people can do will make any fucking difference. And the year has started off with those powerful people running cover for the execution of a mother on the streets of Minneapolis in broad daylight.

Honestly, I don’t even think I’m going to tell anyone in my life that this site exists for now. I just need to place to vent and connect pieces of fear and rage and hopelessness and hope and memory that can live outside of my head or home.

So hello to nobody.