I did not watch the debate. I caught lowlights online. I saw an interview with undecided voters who were still undecided after the debate. It is clear that these people have a a grossly out-sized and deluded sense of their political independence. No rational American citizen of voting age could be undecided at this point. The self annotated self importance of these undecided voters is actually quite disgusting to observe and the interviewers should question their sanity to their faces.
So we approach 210k deaths and I really don’t know why I’m writing these virus thoughts anymore. They certainly aren’t cathartic.
The obvious psychosis of a vast number of (white) Americans when it comes to racial matters is of the same sort demonstrated by the segregationist in the 50s and 60s. It was all so naked and blatant without nuance or apology back then.
Wait, it’s the same today! We’ve barely advanced in many ways. And now these new segregationists have their own television network. If they’d had Fox News at their disposal in the 50s and 60s, we’d still be segregated.
I continue to struggle with what to write. Let me reiterate: this is not writer’s block. I am not blocked. I simply don’t have a project.
It’s becoming increasingly clear that professional and collegiate football will in likelihood not finish their respective seasons. I simply can’t understand why collegiate players are exposing themselves to such risk. At least the pros are getting paid.
Not too long ago I read a very long and very complex essay in The Economist about the virus and I have to admit that so much of the deep science of the issue flew over my head. I could not retain what I was reading.
The election nears. I have no idea what will happen. I have no gut feeling.
I believe that no novelist currently alive and publishing will ever write a great novel about these times because they are too dispiriting to novelize.
But many will try.