It’s been a week. A long week. A week since the heart break. Things did not go the way I thought they would. Our better angels did not prevail. We’re now sitting in this in between, liminal place, between the old world and the new. I can recognize that enough people are fed up with the way things have been that they’re willing or eager to burn it all down in the hopes for something better. I think its shortsighted. I think its based in an inability to take in the available information and make an informed choice about the path ahead. For whatever reason, here we are. This is Trump’s America. And a huge number of our countrymen have shown us exactly who they are.

I have been pretty deeply engaged in politics since I was able to vote. I voted for Bill Clinton and medicinal marijuana. I have voted for every Democrat running for President since 1993. I believe in compassion, in liberalism, I believe that people should be allowed to be who they are, I believe in art and science and love and openness and honesty and taking care of one another and moving, ever so slowly towards a better tomorrow. I believed that my voice mattered and my opinion was shifting society towards a brighter future. I now believe that I am in the minority.

I believe that society is a very delicate balance, angels dancing on the head of a pin, that the facade of sanity is thin. It won’t take much to push us into fiery chaos.

Fortunately I’m pretty well resourced, here in my California bubble. I have a level of economic means, I’m white, I’m a man. I’ll be fine. I’ll be sipping bourbon and watching it burn from my artist’s loft in a converted cotton mill, built in 1917.

Good luck. I love you.

Please enjoy these photos of Emma Nicole Vaunt. I like them quite a bit.