and this blog becomes not about my children and not about my chocolate shop and not about my tits, but about how quickly things are spiraling into a dystopian future. it's been five hundred and twenty-seven days since.
I've lost track of how many rallies and marches we've had - there were three in the past ten days. yesterday oci co-sponsored the third (5000 people in SJ / re: babies in cages). it felt good to work in the sun and sweat and burn and move things and have a job to do. it's cathartic the shout and chant and sing and put a fist to the sky. it's getting really hard to strike a balance between functional (must suspend disbelief) and connected (but can't normalize). i cried last night when I got home, for the first time in a while. I feel like I'm mourning the loss of what could have been.
