I keep writing and deleting tweets. The police car ramming protesters happened on a walk I make almost every week, a mile away from my apartment. I have friends in multiple cities living in close proximity to the fires and the action.

Last night I went up to the roof of our apartment building and just listened to the city. I could hear sirens, shouting and what I hope were fireworks in the distance. They were little noises, though, echoes of echoes in a quiet city in pain.

I feel small in the face of everything, and my heart goes with the protesters and the people standing up against injustice and racism in this city and this country. I'm so mad and depressed. But I know my feelings are small, and they're for me to work through myself.

I've been donating more every day to the bail funds in the major cities, but mostly I've been taking a step back, listening and watching. I hope you all have been, too. History has rarely felt this close and this tangible. We need to learn from it.

The world can be so ugly, but we can't ignore the ugliness, or how we are complicit in that ugliness. We need to stare it in the face and reckon with it. Things need to change, and we all need to do more.

I hope you're all staying safe. I think I'm probably going to be on the quieter side this week, but know that my heart is with you and I love you all.