strange fruit.

originally posted on instagram, feb. 2022

it’s a strange thing to wake up in a warm bed and a quiet home to the news of war. it’s an even stranger thing to know that human life, human ways of life will all be casualties of a mere man and his enormous ego. what is this strange fruit we’ve devoured that poisons our minds and hardens our hearts? how absolutely strange to drop bombs over disagreements, pull guns over hurt feelings, harm children over meaningless, made-up tradition. it’s strange to be a light beam in a wasteland but we must. our human agreement is to keep moving forward, keep building, keep holding each other. and i hope that’s what we do. i hope we hold each other and discuss radical futures over shared dinners and comfort weary hearts over warm fires started with machines never meant to harm. i hope we open our doors to the displaced. i hope we come to know we are each others. i hope. my god, i hope.