I don’t respond because I know Alan won’t want to hear my answer: I am able to hold out for a long time. I’ve been, for most of my adulthood, inching towards this very isolation: seeking out carefully curated spaces where I might retain agency over my life; avoiding the arenas of over-encroaching whiteness to which I’d previously aspired; realizing, better late than never, that being outnumbered is a terrible way to live.
