Notes from the cliff: While creeping around the past week of horrors, many are writing, talking, and crying it out. Social media keeps me aware that our young are worried about the narratives guiding their future.
The noble curtly announce their absence or prayer time from the conversation, instead of quietly slinking back into their mud-holes.
Still others wait for the book announcement to appear and the photo ops at book signings; still grinning and smelling like death.
Few will read the many articles like Death in Black and White – The New York Times in honest obscurity to define their place in the blood and stink surrounding us. But I we must try.
We cannot hate you, not really, not most of us; that is our gift to you. We cannot halt you; that is our curse. ~ Michael Eric Dyson