Can't sleep, so I'm working on the novel.

From my balcony, I see three men walking the highway begging change: one selling drinks, another candies (his toddler playing by the nearby guard rail), a third haggard fellow with nothing. A near-naked fourth asleep on the divider.

The sheer strength it takes to keep going sometimes.

Our family of 8 billion is moving through *so* many sites of trauma at the same time.

Be kind to yourselves, your neighbours, your everyone.

Be kind, be kind, be kind.