All day today I've felt disposessed. On a thread on a local board where people (who as far as I could tell) knew no one killed or directly affected* talked about crying, I felt emotionally dislocated. What would I be crying about? What would I be remembering, as though I'd ever had a chance to put it behind me? At work, looking at a cheap flag placed on my desk by someone at my office who cared that I had some way to commemorate(?) the event, I felt stunned. It wasn't until I watched this 10-minute video pastiche (found via this thread on Metafilter) that I felt something resonate with my combination of hope and fear (and, yes, cynicism) about our nation's, and our world's, state. As some of the posters on the MeFi thread point out, it's not the most politically sophisticated commentary on our times, but it made a good antidote to my sense of isolation on an already stressful day. I hope you get something out of it.
*and by directly affected, I mean, "You would have been affected if the media didn't tell you that something had happened."
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you should update your damned journal a little more.....
busy. REALLY busy. shot the oracle guy recently. he was really cool. surprisingly enough. same stuff as usual w/ me.... work, work, work. blah, blah, blah. it's been nice not having to be in florida much the last couple of months. everytime i come back, all i can think is "it's too damned hot."