Panic struck me in the night, despair about this country, its administration, and the latent hatred that seems to surface more and more every day. So often it's so hard to be a small, insignificant being in a large, loud world.
And then I think, surely other people have felt this way, in their own countries under their own dictators, under conditions much more dire, and somehow they still found enough lightness to create, to play music, to dance in spite of.
Maybe our country is just too large to find anything resembling an easy alliance, but I refuse--I refuse--to give up my compassion. I will not bury my quite justified anger, but I will not let it eat away at my hope. Because once you've given them that, you truly have lost everything.