Smothered by our blanket statements so grand and unnuanced we are blinded, but particulars from this distance dodge about like the dust hanging in the air and are equally as hard to catch and know up close. Variables, circumstance, history, future - seeking to form an ethos without an objective truth is to spin and spin and spin and pin the tail on something arbitrary, or at least incomplete. A party game without a winner, with spectators chuckling nervously at the failed attempts, perhaps uncertain they will be able to stumble any closer to the objective, but boasting that their aim is more true. Dizzy. Buzzing. Busy. Shouting hoarsely these coarse things as if they were not made of the same hate the shouter claims to decry. Why is it like this? Or why is this how it appears in this all-seeing, biased biased screen of scrolling, trolling news. It is abuse - to peace of mind and to good thought and to honest, personable conversation. Is this how to process now: In screams and slapdash justice without a beat to listen or extend grace? Without a care for the soul behind the face? What are we? What are we here in this place?