A Million Movies, One Lightbulb
A field note on practice, avoidance, and the unsentimental discipline of being here.
It’s the Summer Solstice of 2025, and I’m kicking off the season with a cannonball into the pool. The solar holiday prompted me to examine my elaborate avoidance strategies, including my fixation on Trumpland’s catastrophic human rights violations and constitutional erosions. Righteous fury feels purposeful, even virtuous. But often it’s just another wa…
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