Fireworks end the night. And they end the show with setting off every last one in quick succession to awe and amaze and override our senses. We leave after the fireworks. We rest, maybe we talk about the show but it’s hard to describe our favorite moment.
It was the boom with the fizz but not the zzhhh. The kinda sparkly one that looked like the other one but instead of the color or the different direction or the…it was the…
It’s not impossible to figure out but it’s tiresome. And our senses were just on overload so we don’t care to parse it out right now if that okay?
But then we wake up and there’s another show, with new favorites to describe and was it better than last nights show? Or just different? And there’s another one tonight. And two tomorrow again.
That’s what’s happening right now. We are being overloaded and constantly trying to pick the worst injustice to give our attention to and to highlight in our stories and advocate against but then there’s another and it’s similar but different enough to need a separate description, a separate course of action, another post or rally or phone call and a new sign, to make sure we’re staying on message. Because they are making so much noise, it’s hard to hear just one voice; that’s the point.
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