March 28th, 2018

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Yesterday was perfectly, entirely wretched, a day with no hope of redemption. A day that batters my bones to pulp. And I am better off not speaking of it so soon.

But I have a photograph that manages to sum of the ugliness and despair of yesterday and also the ugliness and despair of what Rhode Island has instead of spring.

The only thing I find especially heartening right now is the news that Ava DuVernay's bastardization of A Wrinkle in Time is a box-office bomb. There is still some small measure of justice in the world. And the book survives.

Later,
Aunt Beast




6:32 p.m.