Tomorrow we march.
Days like these it's hard to feel joy in anything I know.
As we teeter on the edge of oblivion the right seeks to push us over that edge, while certain elements of the far left claim there is no edge at all; that we are imagining everything.
Of course this was all planned.
Of course it was.
We must be clear in that knowledge.
And I have.
But cometh November & cometh Mueller
I know it's hard to find solace in a future election given one has been stolen and we're doing nothing to stop it from happening again.
But we must.
And I know it's hard to put our faith in a system that seems unable to mete out justice fairly ever.
And I know it's hard to believe a march can change anything.
But it can.
That we know.
And that's why we must march.
Please join us.
Remember tonight that life is still beautiful & that you are too.
Remember too that hope is only lost when you let it go.
Text someone a silly photo.
Take out a map or hold a globe & pick the place you would go tomorrow if you could. Then go there in a book or film, or memory.