People standing around in the dim glow of porch lights talking to one another about all of the things wrong with the world and all of the ways that things should be different and, more than anything, they talk about their anger and frustration. But the talk of anger and frustration is careful to avoid the conversation having to do with sadness. Because, ultimately, it’s sadness that sits at the bedrock of all of the anger these people feel every day. Sadness at being left behind and left out of so much of what everyone else seems to have in this country, in this world.
