I've been struggling with the desire to fall into quiet again. I look at the world and wonder if there's any point in writing when there's so many more important things going on. I stumbled across a post this afternoon - as if by design - that basically said that while the act of creation might seem inappropriate and wrong for the times that people need artists, writers, filmmakers, and musicians to carry them through the flames of destruction rather than letting them remain frozen in them.
If this were a movie, it would almost feel too on the nose but I guess the universe understands me well enough to know that I don't do subtle well.
Either way, I suppose this is yet another form that resistance can take so here I am, wondering what there is to say or who even might care enough to hear it.