I am watching a couple slow dance precariously and laugh together while losing balance on the subway. The man sitting next to me is wearing a cowboy hat and reading Vonnegut. The sun was splitting the empty skies open with its orange before I went underground. The world will be defiant, you know, even in the face of so much confusion and despair. It remains throbbing with hope, or it (we) wouldn’t exist.
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