People die, we all die. I get it. But I'm not ok with a system that uses human beings & animals & the earth itself as grist for the mill.

I won't complain (no), give myself a little credit since I dealt with all the pain. Yeah, I turned superhero. I'm comin' in Bruce Wayne.

I saw the decade in, when it seemed the world could change at the blink of an eye. And if anything, then there's your sign of the times.

Trump and the Republicans own this epidemic. It’s theirs and it will always be. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.

Everything was just so normal.

So we're clear. The President is calling for people to "liberate" states to protect their 2nd Amendment. coolcoolcoolcool

Occasionally I passed a house that was totally dark and silent, and I wondered where the people were.

I've read other people are having strange dreams too. Maybe we'll start dreaming of Mother Abigail soon. Or the Walking Man.

Remember 8 years ago when I said I was starting the 40/40 Challenge, a self-imposed goal challenge for the first 40 weeks of 2020?

So what new things will be normal in a month? Where will culture be moved from here?

We will not have free or fair elections in November. That doesn't mean we can't win.

You may say that I'm a dreamer. But now I know I'm not the only one.

These are just the things we do now, and the sting of it is starting to wear off, starting to fade.

I never thought I'd live in a world that was worse than a Stephen King book, and yet here we are.

I hope this is what I remember most.

The natural world is brutal. Virtually everything about my life has changed because nature has reasserted herself.

Time has become compressed to a single point. I have only this single moment. Everything before is the past. Everything ahead is unknowable.

I suppose grief will probably be the overwhelming feeling most of us take away from this.

On a new meaning to the famous quote by Obi Wan Kenobi in Star Wars.

We're just 2 miles into a marathon. There's still a lot of livin' left to do.

A repost of an old essay that came out of visiting my dying grandmother.

On God, apocalypse, and art.

In which I compare myself to a butterfly.

A brief book review of the 2000 book Suburban Nation.