i want to feel better. i saw this thing about zuckerberg and thought this sick fuck with the smiley boyish face is every bit as horrendous a destroyer as the sick fuck trump and i felt despondent. now i'm reading erosion by terry tempest williams. seems like everywhere you turn it's grim news, but i decide fortunately it's a super beautiful sunny day and though i'm still stiff i want to reach our power spot the swamp and sit on the sea wall and i began to feel much much better.

i still want to refer to this from erosion:

displacement is my concern. disappearance my fear. there is no home for those who are native, of earth, inhabitants of earth, anymore. tellurian is an endangered word that every endangered species hides inside. we are all on the run, human and wild. exiled. endangered. refugees.
...stabbed by our illusions and legacies of grandeur, we stagger through our forests of consumption. we are lost. we are in pain. and we don't know the cause or the cure of what is making us sick. we long for something more, when what we have is more than enough. we are becoming blind. we are becoming deaf. we are hobbling along the path of distractions, trying to find our way back or forward or sideways to a place of dreams as we bleed from the wound of longing.
what are we longing for?