I don’t have much to say to you today, Nation.

Sometimes a wave of feeling swells within me, not sadness, not regret, maybe longing, maybe fervor. I don’t know to what, or for what. But it overflows with force. I frantically grasp for air, as long as it’s possible, I resist. And then, when it’s no longer possible, I let myself be swept away.

Something urges me to do something, to change something, to rush somewhere. Something heralds some truth, some cause. Some joys, some reconciliations, some fulfillments, some great, immense, luminous spaces and communities. Some loves.

And so what? And so nothing. I wake up, not on a different shore, not on different sand. Here, where I always am. As a child. But I remember more and more.