In line to vote early in San Antonio.

Have never seen it like this.

Nobody’s quite sure where the line starts. Everyone says to get behind “the guy with the purple hair.”

Fortunately he’s tall, and an easy landmark.

He seems unaware that his hair color is so clutch.

There’s an easy camaraderie. I think after all this isolation, it’s strangely reassuring to see so many people sharing a purpose (and wearing masks).

I feel hopeful, genuinely.

People keep filing in to join the line and I’m getting a kick out of the looks on their faces. 2/

Ok we got our first “Aw hell naw!”

Someone walked in, saw the line, and said “Aw hell naw!” before turning around and walking away.

Weirdly their shirt said “STAND AND FIGHT!” with a rifle and a US flag.

Not sure what the significance is there.

The Line chuckled. 3/

Am I calling us “The Line”?

Damn right I am.

We are the Line. We are the Tsunami. We are Democracy in action and-OHMYGAWD someone has a Star Wars ringtone!

Someone in this line has a Star Wars ringtone and I’m GOING to be their friend.

It isn’t purple-haired guy.

Hmm. 4/

As I’m tweeting these I know how privileged I am. I’m standing in an air-conditioned auditorium. I’ll be voting real soon.

There are people standing in line for ten times longer than me, outdoors.

It’s wrong, and it shouldn’t be that way.

It has to change. 5/

Update.