Armored vehicles have passed by my window at night to announce curfew. Yesterday Mom and I biked past a bunch of soldiers in full uniform as we were taking my graduation pictures. I don’t want this to be normal.
When you’re forced to choose between exposing yourself to a deadly virus and ignoring state-sanctioned murder, that’s pretty much the definition of dystopian. Anyone else tired of winning?
In this moment of our greatest peril, we have seen hatred as the existential crisis that it is. All I can say is we're going to have to save each other. God knows there's nobody coming to help us.
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