I'm numb because of the terrorist murder of nine people in a church in Charleston, South Carolina. I've been unable to really get excited about my job. I've also been going through some weirdness in my own life. What can I say that Jon Stewart didn't already say? We're going to be back here again soon enough because action seems impossible. Do we know how to communicate with each other at all? Am I not supposed to be a communicator? How do I measure up? Am I doing anything actually meaningful, or am I just a stenographer? I don't get to ask that question publicly, but yet I wrote those words. Do I own them now? Do they define what I wanted to say, or am I just spit-balling every single second of every single day? I don't know. I'm numb and unsure how to proceed. All I can say is about my own life. It's all I know, so it's the only thing I feel the authority to write about. Yet, I don't get to say much publicly. I
Striking down the mundane and dastardly while retaining a certain obscure turn of phrase, denoting something elusive yet concrete.