I don’t have much to say

I don’t have much to say other than that I’ve felt my ambition, excitement, and hope about the world slowly congeal, rot, and decay over the last several months. A US tax payer funded genocide in Palestine rages on, not to mention the other mass atrocities occurring in Sudan and the Congo, several friends and acquaintances have had to leave the city, and a job recruiter just told me over the phone “the job market is so bad”. New York Magazine published a package about the death of media (kind of rich since many of their editors never answer emails, much less engage in a respectful form of communication), the entertainment industry is in flux, and if I keep going I’ll sound too much like a doomer.

Not even the prospect of a self-imposed project of writing about contemporary and classic film and connecting them to this bizarre, whirlwind of a time could keep me going that much. I’ll return to the newsletter, but I just haven’t had the energy.

And yet we made it. I made it. I voted.

I have no answer, no fake profound insight, nothing particularly interesting to say.

Just the white knuckle grip onto the people and things I love, which I hope and I know will get me through whatever is next. It didn’t start with this election, or the 2016 election, it doesn’t start or end at this one, it doesn’t begin or conclude at the booth, but within the communities that we become a part of and, hopefully, invest in. That is what is keeping me together. I got to see my best friend from high school get married, a bunch of close friends perform wonderful music, and The Exorcist III for one of my best friends’ birthday. That is enough, even though I want things to be safer, better, stabler. But it is enough to hopefully instill in me still just enough spark and fire to keep fighting for my loved ones and my community.

I hope your communities and your art (or whatever vocation) are keeping you afloat. See you on the other side.