I’m up late again…. and on twitter.
Tonight is thoughts in melancholy. I’ve tried to wrestle meaning from this world and am pinned between the dark and the hopeless place. There are wars and rumors of wars. Bums tweet from high places. Devastation is sent to my soul in 140 characters or less. I try to unplug but there’s danger in not knowing. Another body like mine with a name I can’t forget. A mandate to use my small voice to join others and try and drown out the NOISE of everyone’s platform – means to be the golden calf worshipped in retweets and hash tags. Then a tide turns and we breathe in our small rituals. A small reprieve in which we gather and laugh, follow and share, encourage and better our community….until the earth shakes again.