In exile at home

I'm waiting for the election day while feeling like I’m in exile, at home. And everyone says it’s good I’m not there, but what happens in a country like the U.S. has ripple effects across the globe. Ideologies get deported, Qanon finds its iteration in every country and conspiracy theories are abound. Here the untrue conspiracies say Democrats want to get rid of borders. Or they just say vote Republican cuz Trump has balls. 

It’s all bullshit conspiracy theories seeking to stoke fears, destabilize the world. In their worst iterations, they bring out the most hateful parts of our humanity, the belief that we need to be dominated, that we aren’t worthy of love and respect, and that others who are unlike us because of their skin color, religion, gender, ability, beliefs, are even less deserving. 

What’s true is if he wins the fight ahead will take all of us. If he wins the world will strangle us in a chokehold that’ll soon become tighter. A chokehold that’s been there, before him, but at least with the other option we have a chance to fight back. A chance to breathe. 

A part of me wants to believe we’ll be alright. Another part knows death is part of life, and maybe our cycle here on earth is complete. I know that’s morbid. But it’s not if you consider it’s been happening, it’ll take time to get worst, and we’re already in the thick of it. All that's left to be said is make art. Hold on to your loved ones. Give yourself moments to experience joy so you can remember what it is you're fighting for.