About ten years ago there was a period when I would often, in my sleep, have conversations with the President. It must have been about climate policy; that’s what I would have wanted to get across. They were always reasonable conversations, and I was glad in sleep to find my hunch confirmed that this President was neither especially stupid nor especially evil—lazy and incurious, to be sure, and surrounded by some truly bad eggs, but nothing that couldn’t be faced with honest talk. We had common humanity to reach for.
I don’t expect to have such dreams this time around.
I remember the sense of banding together that came of being younger and less distracted (and perhaps of having a less braying Internet, though false memories are easy). I’ve been in a long sleep, the sleep of the Obama years, a sleep called “professionalism” or “slotting into structure,” tiny berths on big ships with someone else steering.
I think the comment box was broken by a directory rename about three years ago. I just fixed it. Who’s out there now, where do you spend your time? God help us, even social media is yet something.
here with you, unhappily roused from sleep -geegaw
i spent the first three days weeping with only intermittent breaks, in the same clothes i wore election night.
Greetings from a fellow grad alum. (Atom feeds are <3.) That'll do, since I'm not sure what happens when I hit the `comment` CTA.