A Primal Scream
Yes, We Will Rage Against the Dying of the Light
It is surreal to be living in a time when the depravity of humanity is in charge. The worst of the worst. Child sex traffickers, rapists, murderers, thieves, pathological liars—these are the ones in charge of shaping society and we are here trying to live our little lives in it; make art, care for our friends and family, work.
I may love my life, but I abhor this era. It is the era of division. And its starkness is shattering.
They are rot.
I am life.
They choke.
I pulsate.
They destroy.
I create.
They consume.
I nourish.
They take.
I offer.
They harm.
I heal.
My work may not be big. My voice may reach no one but myself and my chosen people, and yet, it has never been more important for my own survival.
I refuse to let vile people shape the landscape of our lives.
But even more than that, I refuse to let them silence the righteousness of our anger or our beauty.