Out with L after a long two weeks of quarantine and the light as we came out from under the dinginess of Beal St. bridge was... radiant.
I'm thinking of protestors all over the world and thanking them for their radiance too.
Childhood's fave cousin (now ideological opponent) sent pictures of angry protestors to the cousin chat-group hoping all of us were safe. I affirmed our safety and added an arch statement about militarized police being the real problem.
And all he said in reply was how glad we he was that we were all safe.
I guess I'm the asshole now.