Well, there’s me starting the day with a good cry. I feel old and tired and not very well, and even though my life has worked out in such a way that I live abroad, I’ve never felt more painfully American than I do now. The grief, my god, I grieve so much for that slow progress towards being something better. It just all fell apart so fast, and what hurts is that it was mostly a shared illusion, in the end.
Well, there’s me starting the day with a good cry. I feel old and tired and not very well, and even though my life has worked out in such a way that I live abroad, I’ve never felt more painfully American than I do now. The grief, my god, I grieve so much for that slow progress towards being something better. It just all fell apart so fast, and what hurts is that it was mostly a shared illusion, in the end.