It always matters
It's late and fireworks are popping off in the background as I write this. America is celebrating 250 years of independence from one empire, while brutally enforcing its own. It's slightly drizzling and very foggy. Not the most ideal conditions for fireworks.
Today, I watched a white man paint over the words of an artist he evicted from the building a few steps west of me. That building always stays white. Any art that the community adds is quickly covered with white paint. For a "Spiritual Center Dedicated To Personal, Social, and Universal Consciousness," this white man seems to not be conscious and appears to intentionally disconnect from the community he inhabits.
I heard that fireworks were going to be lit over the Golden Gate. I also heard Karl the Fog didn't like that idea.
I sat in Dolores park for a while tonight. It was very calm, and there weren't as many people as I expected. Some teens were skating the big grass hill on the north side of the park. I was thoroughly impressed. I watched others meet for the first time, and I watched a man work with Grupo Frontera & Fuerza Regida in the background.
The world is watching football closely, and the Global Majority is slowly dropping out one by one to the Rich.
Today, I chose a calm day. While there were opportunities to get drunk & high with friends, the path chosen felt good to take. This nation is hurling itself towards destruction, and sometimes it's good to watch how it unfolds. People continue living their lives. There's a lot of exciting moments, but many more dull ones.
Today, I chose to enjoy quiet moments by myself. It means I won't end up erasing the words and existence of others when the time comes to listen. The floor asked "does this ever matter?" and my answer is that it always does.
