For years I’ve had a recurring nightmare. It might not be frightening to anyone but me, and there’s not much to it, just that it’s dark and I can’t see so I fumble around to find the light switch but it doesn’t turn on.
I can’t see the way out and I’m helpless to change it.
Tuesday night I went to bed already knowing how the election had turned out, but I thought maybe I had misread something.
Maybe a good night of sleep would fix it, right?
I don’t remember any dreams from that night. I woke up on Wednesday morning and I tried to come to grips with what was happening. Hate has won a victory. And I see my nation, my people, plunging into darkness.
I can’t see the way out and I’m helpless to change it.
Wednesday evening, after the sun went down ungodly early, it was dark in my room and I couldn’t see so I fumbled around to find the light switch but it didn’t turn on.
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