If you are reading this, you are someone who reads the news, and if you are someone reading the news, that hand is throttling your heart right now.
On some level, you know this, but you are likely so used to it that you do not really know how hard it’s squeezing, and how much it saps your strength.
There is a difference between burying your head in the sand and periodically reminding ourselves that the world can be beautiful and good. We have somehow become convinced that turning away even for a second is a betrayal of the most vulnerable amongst us, but constant activation paralyzes us with dread and leaves us too exhausted to take action. Hyperawareness is not a virtue, it’s a symptom of mental illness—ask your complex post-traumatic stress disorder friends about it sometime. We are not betraying the cause by turning off our phones for a few hours; we are not lazy pieces of shit who deserve to be poor when we opt for sleep over pseudoproductivity.
