Do you think Jesus would be pro or anti furry?

I don't blame the a lot of people for this. 

I don't blame my grandfather, who, despite actively living through the civil rights era and protesting against segregation on buses, still voted this man in office. 

I don't blame my coworkers, who, despite being a paycheck away from homelessness, envision themselves as being closer to Trump than the man working 18+ hour shifts to barely stay afloat. 

I don't blame the conservatives who deem themselves to be tolerant, but voted for him because perhaps, he can enact some sort of change. We were kind of thrusted into all of this. Systems that prioritize homogeny and individualism over individuality and collectivism. We were thrusted into a system that faced rapid fire changes, and times that became scarily unprecedented, and I don't really know what to do or how to cope with things as time passes. I have opened my phone every day for the last 5 or so years to articles and headlines that get increasingly scarier by the day and yet I am hoping that somehow, some way, we just make it to tomorrow. And I hope we will. I open my phone to a headline. "Three Year Old Palestinian shot dead In Her Own Home." They survived the war. Their house survived the bombings. She was going to eat one of her first meals in what was promised to be a time of peace. She is now dead. When did we let this become normal? Why did we let this become normal? I do not believe that our president sees us as people. I believe he cares for the "I'm not homophobic, I'd just rather keep them away from our children" as much as he cares for the man who bares pride in his sexuality as much as he cares for the random civilian that wants us dead. We are not people to him. If anyone can be a person to him. I believe we are all the means to an end. Many people have held out in hopes that perhaps, they would be able to eat at his table, even if it was at the far end. Even if they were able to be a bottom feeder, sharing his scraps. His crumbs. Unfortunately, I think he is more than fine with letting us all starve. 

But enough doom and gloom, right? 

When I'm depressed, -so like, 3 days out of my week, I find myself trying to find okayness in a world that feels like it is constantly tossing me around. A break from the incessant doomscrolling and mindless consumption. I am coming back to this post the day later, by the way. Just wanted to clarify that. But I was googling interesting meteorite facts and guys! The first video footage of a meteorite hitting earth was recorded on the ring doorbell of some guy just walking his dogs. It was approximately the size of a small kiwi and it shattered into a million tiny pieces. No dogs or person was harmed. But like, that's fucking cool! And there's Radio Garden, a website that lets you listen to listen to radio stations from around the world. I am currently listening to a Gothic Radio station playing in Germany. I wonder if anybody else is listening. I've been thinking a lot about Carrier Bag Theory. The theory that the first tool humans made, before any tool of war or destruction was simply a bag. A thing to carry. I will elaborate more as I read more about it, but I am kinda tired. I underestimated how much sleep I needed. I have many more things to say. Many more things on my mind. Little mindless do things. Joy in doing tiny things. I made tanghulu in the microwave today. It was actually really good. More words.

But I am kinda sleepy. So I think I'm just gonna publish this as is for now. 

Thank you for reading!

Much love!

Cas xxx