Heaviness

There is a heaviness in the world

A cold weight. A dark sadness. A low moaning of horrible loss and it is growing.

I am not exempt from suffering, far from it. But this is feeling like a growing collective mourning, not just me insisting things anymore. A general knowledge of something much larger, much worse.

So, it begins with you. It must end with your ass, too.

That is what I know. This is your story. This is where you are the hero, and boy, do I need a hero.