What I fear most is despair for the world and us: forever less of beauty, silence, open air, gratitude, unbidden happiness, affection, unegotistical desire.
I’m reading this after a night filled with protests about an ugly, violent murder that turned ugly and violent, after a week or two of uncertainty and suspicion and fear and tearing apart, after several months of disease, after years of authoritarianism and Trumpism and hopelessness, after decades of accelerating climate change including a mega drought were I live: despair is hard to avoid.
