I Need to Listen to Something Relaxing
As I’m writing this, it’s the evening of January 6 and I decided to cut myself off from doomscrolling for the rest of the day. When I woke up this morning, I thought I might end the day by writing a Postcrossing postcard to a stranger to brighten up their mailbox but, well, look where we are now.
I won’t rehash the news–I assume everyone’s seen it by now. And if you’re living in the far future and reading this, hopefully you can look up some records to figure out what happened unless someone came in and already sanitized history. Which is the weird thing really–have you ever lived through something that you think might make at the very least a footnote in the history books only to get the sense that it’s quite possible someone might also rewrite or erase what has happened?
There’s a saying that history is written by the victors. At this point, I’m not sure it really matters who the authors of history are if people don’t even read. People keep saying that there’s light at the end of the tunnel, but I’m just tired that there are too many delusional and unkind people literally out there because they think they can do whatever they want without consequence.