I’ve talked to so many people in the last few days who are kind of getting on with their lives while also looking over their shoulder with a kind of existential dread. So strange to hold all these opposite things in our heads and ragged little souls. “Why, yes, Byron, I’ve just bought a new-to-me car! I’m so excited. Also do you think there will be more violence this weekend?” “I am so furious about what happened on Wednesday and I can’t believe it is taking so long to bring all those jackasses to justice. I tried that peanut butter fudge recipe you posted–it is so yummy!”
And so much more of the same.
I’ve been writing and talking about Tower Time since about 1735 CE and the thing that strikes me is that most of us are getting on with strengthening and creating community, with writing books (me), with raising families and going to work and…well, life, not to put too fine a point on it.
We hold all this contradictory stuff and it’s amazing we can get anything done at all. Except that humans are good at multi-tasking and fighting. A little too good.