100 60s hand-turns on dirt on 29s at 32×17 = 2ble 2ble IPAs after the sweating. The winds are kicking up here, as is the abv on the brain.
Who knows anymore? I don’t.
As I try to unfold my layers into some semblance of sanity, my students break it down with little reserve. How I wish for that again?
“…but but but…”
“Does it always have to come down to the economy?”
“Is that sustainable?”
“Shouldn’t there be at least one place that we don’t mess up?”
“It seems childish that politicians would act like that.”
“We sit in a capitalist society. It maybe is hard for us to see alternatives. Still, we have to try to find them.”
I am hopeful.