Super Tuesday

I'm having a hard time thinking about what to write today. It's Super Tuesday, March 2, 2020 and everyone is distracted and afraid. I'm distracted and afraid. So the tension between focusing on politics and "being political" in writing is not a good in-between place to be. At least not for the novice like me. I have tons of swirling thoughts jumbled together - memories of my parents and their political views, my own experiences, the theories and debates I've beeb paying attention to over the years, recent events, Facebook fights. It's a mess in here. And maybe what I find intriguing today is the way my own maelstrom of feelings/thoughts is a microcosm of the whole shifting world around me. maybe I'm just trying to take it all in and process it at once. And if that's true, I'm struggling to make that a linear line of writing. To string that out with words and sentences that logically or rationally follow one to another. The artifice of writing is its attempt at a kind of sense-making progression when really the all-over is what life is like. It's all simultaneously happening. But stopping to make one thing follow another is false. The spatiality of painting and some writing more accurately represents the way everything actually is. Space is the messy truth. But her I am, stringing this together and that also helps. One foot in front of another is not my strong suit. It bores me to follow directions, read each word or sentence carefully, move down an excel spreadsheet row by row, column by column. Let's just leap!