sometimes i feel inconsolable, and today i think maybe i always felt so. even though i swim in joy i think i'm inconsolable. even though i'm loved and so consoled. the inconsolable do find consolations, it's just, well, i've seen six decades of abuse and degradation, and i've been lucky. they always said things go in cycles, like the climate, like war and peace, like poverty and the economy. it isn't that way, in truth, everything continues in abuse and degradation until it goes to waste.