As 2018 closes, I fear beyond the oceans of perceived and projected outrage that we are no closer to finding home, that the true injustices outside our echo chambers of social awkwardness still menace down upon us with malicious intent.
2018 ends and 2019 begins. There was no clear message from the last year expect the amplification of the self righteous fringes of debate. The looming traumas of 2019 is when the middle decides which edge of the fringe is right.
Here’s to another circle around the Sun.