Last week was a pretty normal week before it took that turn it took. Birds sang, dogs barked, children rolled their hoops down this or that cul-de-sac, horses dragged their carriages. Clip clop, clip clop. And now what? It’s still the beginning of everything. It could all still go horribly wrong or horribly right. Maybe a baby will be born who saves us all, or at least two-thirds of us. Wouldn’t that be nice? Yes, it would be nice. As a wise old poet once said, “If the sun goes out / at least / there are other suns.” It probably sounded more reassuring in the original German. Best to listen to these poets instead:
@ami_angelwings
@marinachael
@kashanacauley
@TimFederle
@jakefogelnest
@pareene
@ClueHeywood
@brendohare
@2020fight
@kateberlant
@AndyRichter
@WearyWithToil
@fart
@pixelatedboat
@lukeoneil47
@GWillowWilson
@ditzkoff
@ziwe
@bobvulfov
@ChrisCaesar
@robbiegoodwin
@MikeDrucker
@Adam_Newman
@mikeleffingwell
@asmith83
@chaosprime
@sageboggs
@harrismayer
@bafeldman
@2tonbug
@blythelikehappy
@pstamato
@tweetrajouhari
@UniqueDude2
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