It has become safer for me to guess how any given tomorrow will be worse than any given today than to dare hope for a good - or just mildly better - day.
Today, for example.
I've spent three months avoiding the Birmingham Zoo. What has been made of the place where the Birmingham Zoo used to be. I had some inkling how bad it was, but not until today, when I paid $37 to look at one of my own worse nightmares, did I grasp the hideous fullness of what has been done. The zoo that I loved, a beautiful park of old trees, has been leveled, bulldozed, and replaced with an eyesore theme park, complete with a waterslide and carousel (no, really). It is almost impossible to find even vestiges of the beautiful old zoo, which I first visited about 1968, when it was still the Jimmy Morgan Zoo, and which was still mostly in one piece when I left Birmingham in 2002. I cried. I actually fucking cried. And I will never go near that place again. I want everyone responsible to suffer for a long, long time.