Sometimes such bleak signals are transmitted, by chance or design, that there is no way to pin down your reactions to them in words.
You know that your feelings are shared by other people, but those feelings seem incredibly frail, and life seems to be running a steamroller over them, flattening them and turning them into dust and ash.
Reaction doesn't help, stillness doesn't help, reflection doesn't help...
At these times, the idea of leaving the house and experiencing the harshness of the outside world seems inconceivable.
I feel that I live in a town full of racists, in a country full of racists.
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