Later today, or at this point, fuck it, maybe even tomorrow, maybe I’ll take all day today (it is 2:30am after all) to process what just happened in my country and try to decide what to do next…
… at some time later, I will begin to move forward. Not on, but forward. I already have some ideas for what that might mean. It will certainly not mean sitting back and accepting that my country is an abyss of hatred and ignorance. It will not mean complaining into the void and doing nothing else.
I don’t know what it will mean in any solid form yet, but I have ideas.
I have some ideas.