This piece is going to take until midnight. I keep checking in with folks in crisis.
What even is writing? Why art?
We have so much distress in the world.
So many people who just need you to sit with them while they're in pain.
It often feels so agonizingly selfish to create, even nonfiction meant to inform.
Our world is falling apart (same as it ever was). Is it worth keeping the creative dream alive when there is *so* much quotidian need to address first?
#AmWriting, but also
#AmHumaning
"If you could ask an alien intelligence to look upon the earth, and find the most important endeavor displayed throughout history. They would pick the story tellers. For it is all the stories we share, the small notes, to the great epics, that create what it means to be human. It the story told or untold that comes before any other passion that changes anything."
~ me