burned out. many of us. yet, our
responsibilities do not go away.
it doesn’t mean that i am always being
good, i’m certainly not at ease with the current
hyperbolic nature of our situation. but
this world is, while finite, small, it looms large
in the sense that there are burdens to bear, and that there are
diabolical neighbors and politicians and camera hogs spread seemingly
everywhere upon it, so much so that when hellbent and massive,
a wildfire spreads amongst our people, some of us feel so hard we get burned up,
more burned out than ever, throwing up our hands in a regrettable, if not
lethal form of screwed-up empathy.
