It’s Hard to Focus in a Hurricane

There’s so much I want to write but all I can do is stare at the carnage.

Reaping the Whirl Wind

I was worried this might happen. As soon as the election ended I knew it would become difficult to create. In the lead up to January I completely dissociated. I was able to focus and carry on by shutting out all information. Since the inauguration though the onslaught of lunacy has broken through more and more.

The human rights abuses, economic chaos, dismantling of support infrastructure for everything that makes our society work. I want to ignore it all and hide in my bespoke nook. I’ve built it carefully over a lifetime and like it very much but it’s like trying to read while a hurricane rattles the walls of your house. Eventually you just end up huddled in a closet praying that it passes quickly.

Perhaps if I frame it as defiance rather than escape.

Perhaps creativity is a point I can score against the forces of evil. They want us to be debilitated. They want to rob us of joy. Chaos and fear only feed the beast. I cannot turn the tide on any news story but I can make things I am proud of, I can enjoy beauty while there’s still space for it in this world.