The thing about these post-election rants is that the only people who read them either dismiss them or agree with them already.
In the same vein, I’m finding it difficult to find something to say in my day-to-day life that feels meaningful.
Talking about this country hard, blogging is hard, having a conversation about art is hard. This election cycle— especially this last week— has made all my words feel useless.
Everything I want to say has already been said. We’re all talking and not listening, we’re all only focusing on the bits that we want to hear, we’re all just confirming what we already believe and patting ourselves on the back. I don’t think it’s very productive. Frankly, a lot of it is rather masturbatory.
For my part, I just want to listen. And make art. Maybe that’s enough?
Maybe this means I’m being a passive ally, but I just don’t want to talk in circles among people who think like me, and I don’t want to argue. I want to do something that is going to engage those who don’t agree with me.
What is that? I’ve been thinking this week that it’s moving to the midwest an making theatre. Maybe that’s it or maybe I’m wrong. I don’t know. I’m lost.