We were ruinous together, she thinks. But how else can we live, these days, except in the midst of ruin?

– Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin


May you be wrapped in tenderness, you my brother, as if in a cloak.

– The Koran


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I choose love.

I’m done, I’m over responding with hatred and anger and scorn and fear and cynicism, I’m just done. I choose love, even when that means silence, even when that doesn’t necessarily mean hope.