Afternoon in the Fuckup State: Day One of America's Wake
Published Wednesday, November 03, 2004 by Michael K. | E-mail this post
This is the first time my head has been clear enough to write anything today. I don't want to think about yesterday. I certainly don't want to think about the next four years. A lot of bad things are going to happen, and a lot of people are going to suffer; that's all I feel right now. And we - this stupid, infantile, ignorant nation of ours - we have what's coming to us, whatever that may be.
The empty, desolate streets, the washed-out color of the day, the speechless, expressionless faces of the people in the school I work in; the friends telling me that they're too depressed to leave the house, and scared; Kiki telling me she went for a jog this morning and ended up sitting on a bench, crying her eyes out in the rain; the dull, nagging pain in my head, throbbing with insomnia and anxiety, the numb anger and feeling of utter hopelessness, helplessness.
I have not felt anything like this, in myself or in the air around me, since 9/12/01.