The events that began Saturday in Charlottesville and have continued ever since have left me shaken and more than a little exhausted. But I feel a need to respond.
Yesterday I began an essay with this seed:
It feels like the world is coming apart.
Am I alone in this? I do not think I am alone in this.
I'm aiming to have this piece finished by next Friday. It'll be the most substantial piece I've written in a long, long time.
The risk I'm taking, though, is that with the rapidity with which things are developing, anything I'm starting this week may be totally obsolete by next. I don't know anything to do about that but keep plugging away, but it certainly speaks to what fraught times we find ourselves living in.