Another gloomy day, you wonder how much of this you can endure before thinking that maybe it's just a sign, that maybe the universe is looking to push you out, out. You look at weather forecasts in New Hampshire.
The weekend is a mess of a country in tatters. Of assassinations, parades, and marches. An audience member asks, what am I to make of my American dream? and the presenter says, it was never meant to be easy. You repeat it in your head. You had 30 years of easy, and even then, once or twice, the easy got stuck in your throat.
We fight when we believe we have something worth fighting for.
A dream not worth fighting for,
was only ever a figment of your imagination.
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