Don’t trust
anything you read that was written in the dead of the night by a sleepless
person wrestling with problems, pseudo-problems, and whatever lies in the
no-man’s land beyond those. (Context:
Earlier on this sleepless night I watched a Blackadder excerpt from the WWI
series that has fixed no-man’s land in my mind until morning or whenever it is
I wake up or fail to go to sleep.)
That being said,
someone wrote something about important facts (I think) being “tears in the
rain of news,” I checked out the context of that remark, ran into Blade Runner
(which I still haven’t seen in its entirety), and couldn’t stand it. Any of it.
I would like to calm down. I
thought election night would bring a calming down, but after the briefest of
pauses (like when you’ve been struck in the head and stunned or had the wind
knocked out of you on the football field), it didn’t. The election will never ever be over. People who will lose nothing are suddenly
afraid of losing everything. Except for
you, I hate my generation.
