The 33 Project
Hello hello. It’s a beautiful fall day. Truly beautiful outside. Which is so odd because I feel so empty. It’s like the draining began in late March and I’m starting to really, really feel it now.
Covid fatigue. Feels too gentle of a phrase. There’s just nothing to talk about, except the same stuff we talked about the day before. The only thing constantly evolving/changing, it feels, is in the genre of politics. Which is to say, everything is painful and awful. I fear, every other conversation that is new or different or consequential finds itself subject to the larger…