It’s been only two weeks since I wrote to you last, but it feels much longer than that. A few months ago, it was easy to live blindly—we knew the world was broken, sure, but it wasn’t always in our faces. It’s in our faces now. I don’t entirely know what to do. I know there are things I should do and things I shouldn’t do. Everyone has an opinion.
Does what I create matter?
Does what I create matter?
Does what I create matter?
It’s been only two weeks since I wrote to you last, but it feels much longer than that. A few months ago, it was easy to live blindly—we knew the world was broken, sure, but it wasn’t always in our faces. It’s in our faces now. I don’t entirely know what to do. I know there are things I should do and things I shouldn’t do. Everyone has an opinion.