On some level I feel like we’re all waiting for some magical moment of freedom that will come when this all lifts and are not properly considering that—in the context of some worst case scenarios—THIS could very well be our last moment of relative freedom.

This is not me advocating for running massless to the nearest orgy—all proper safety protocols should still be considered—but maintain faith something better is on the way while also utilizing the hell out of this time in whatever ways possible.

This includes being gentle with yourself. This isn’t one of those, “Well so and so made so and so when shit was real bad” posts, but a reminder to not take for granted some brighter inevitability. I hope it comes, but at the same time—in case it doesn’t—I’m trying to be present.