This week’s gratitude

This week I am grateful:

  • for open conversations that enable us to focus more on solving the problem rather than wasting time “dancing around” identifying it.
  • for a very considerate coworker who offered to pickup lunch for me while I was going through a really rough, busy day (full of meeting after meeting).
  • for Keum Suk Gendry-Kim’s beautiful art and telling of stories that need to be told.
  • for having time to read recreationally.
  • for light rain in the evenings/during the night and sunny clear skies during the day.

Yep

Twitter is nothing but a parade of cops. Policemen’s day at the ballpark. It’s not just political, or strictures on art. It’s everything down to, Do you put ketchup on a hotdog? Fuck you! Do you put pineapple on a pizza? Fuck you! Because I’m a cop and I decide how everybody lives their lives. That’s an absolutely poisonous thing to pour into your head, especially if you’re a writer. The constant hectoring and hall-monitoring of that place. The purpose of Twitter is to let everybody know that you’ve got a badge and you’ve spit-shined that shit and you are controlling these halls. 

Jordan Harper

h/t Om.

Finished Reading: Grass, by Keum Suk Gendry-Kim. 📚

Ripped my heart out. Stories of being separated and torn and discarded by your own family, to then further face the horrors and cruelty of what we humans can do to one another. Survivors have stories that we need to know. Deeply.