I woke up this morning and looked out the window into the predawn darkness, to see that a heavy fog had set in.
My plan for this day was to do my RESIST! project in Montclair.
I thought about doing it in a heavy fog.
I mean, already, I like the idea of being out there all alone.
The lone voice, the lone protester on the scene.
I’m a painter, and so perhaps I like that image (I’ve never been one to participate in organized anything in any case) but the heavy fog caused my mind to run along black and white film lines.
Something classic, dramatic, powerful; as such are the times in which we live.
Something else about these times, is that they are reaching out and touching everyone in very personal ways.
It’s like we are all being pulled into the epic movie whether we want to be or not.
What’s more, we consciously write our own narratives, knowing all that is at stake.
It’s not so black and white out there any more.
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