I have walked the walk talked the talk In the unfolding rain…I find solace. Between yesterday and tomorrow…the gray. Between dark and light…hope. …. Searching the sites of loved one’s lost…a time to relish they no longer have to be here. Scars float above resentments cast. Oh, how I long to see the past. Now is no time between ‘did you see that’ and ‘remember when.’ I worry there is no begin, again. …. Isolation has come to my home. Love has not gone. Everyday the best we can do is live within the dome. Everyday the best I can do? Relish the old and disregard the new.
Well, yes, Karen’s have been around for centuries!
I understand that some in America do not think of history as important. After all… 2020 has become far more advanced than 100 years ago.
Did you say, asymptomatic? Is this new? Ignoring science? That never happens! Immigrant’s, person’s of color: black, brown, red… do matter. Oh wait! What about gay men being housed on an island (just a rumored suggestion!)
These, poor me, dramatically-soap opera, Karen, Ken, Brad and their reluctance to not use history as a, tool for the future, have lingered around in the bias shadows…since…ignorance has been a word.
Oh! I forgot! Lest we forget what we did/do to those with mental health issues!