Today I woke up with yesterday on the news. There's fire in the city and fire in the woods. People getting fired and fascists starting fires. They chant for freedom while threatening to incarcerate us. Mothers are dying on the job while the sun is burning their children. A war is bound to blow because they're bored. I'm worried about the peace I fought so hard to hope for. My sister is depressed, and there's no vaccine for that yet. It's not even listed as a pandemic, and yet all my generation has it. Some fifty men wearing rings with their wives' names on them are making laws about gay people. The Pope is calling young girls murderers of babies. The only promises for the future are the discounts after Thanksgiving. All I'm thankful for is what I can't speak of at the table. I'm always broke around Black Friday. Anxiety doesn't wait around for sales. We have it easy because we're always struggling. They had a harder time never worrying about anything. We're cleaning up the mess they made. They killed us off before we were born.

But we'll survive. Because they all did before us. We're not the end, but a new beginning. May we be on a different planet, far away from them. We'll start anew, make a brand new mess. On a mission to pollute the entire Solar System. Because we don't learn lessons, only how to pass them. We're only wise when it comes to someone else. But what's it matter if we save face for the tombstone? It's up to our children to fight what we fought for.

I'm zooming out. Zooming's all we do. Let's zoom back in. At least the grass is still green. Maybe I should hit you up or keep reading.