Well. Things feel truly terrible. I cannot seem to think of anything else. I stayed up late last Tuesday night, late enough to know. When I finally went to bed a little before 3 a.m., I opened Instagram and saw that the first two stories lined up at the top were from my girls. I rarely look at stories—it’s a time warp I try and stay out of. But I clicked on them. They’d both posted voting information and encouragement during the day, reminding people that in California you can register at the polls, and please, please vote. It’s so important.
Seeing that was so painful and sad.

It seems like what’s left of any sort of reasonable media might be first on the long list of things they will work to destroy. It doesn’t feel like there’s anything to stop them. And aren’t these the stories we grew up on? Evil forces in charge, dooming the future of humans and the planet, the rebel alliance working in secret to defeat them.