a pall hangs over everything
these days, a feeling of impending
catastrophe: nuclear war, financial
crisis, rising authoritarianism,
environmental collapse.
the only optimists left
are those who exploit chaos
for their own benefit. i don't
know what to do other than
put one foot in front of the
other. pet a cat.
play catch.
lie facedown
in the grass.
inhale the solace of soil. its
message: this
too shall pass.
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