It’s hard to tell some days if it’s just the darker, damper atmosphere, or the demoralizing crimes against humanity affecting every aspect of our lives, or all the above conspiring together, but it makes me feel sad and angry and pointless.

I struggle against the incapacitation and sense of helplessness.  I’m fighting the fear of fading out or losing self-sufficiency.  I’m angry on behalf of all the people this dictatorship is set on destroying.  I can barely support myself, let alone donate to essential causes.  There has to be some sane justice in this world.  I’m just not seeing it.

Anyway, life goes on, and you try to find ways to really live and not just survive, even when things look bleak.  Just like the rest of the natural world does, with or without us.