Hi from a new chapter in an old story.

After a year and a half of emotional exhaustion, it’s shocking and also not shocking to learn that it’s possible to be even more deeply emotionally exhausted.

With each passing rocket or gunshot or stabbing or counterstrike, another slice of the next generation loses the chance to grow up not knowing what we know.

More of the same: It’s too loud. It’s too quiet. PTSD. The feeling that it takes too long for your brain to switch from normal COVID era anxiety to reacting to rocket attack anxiety.

This picture is mindblowing:

And so are a lot of other pictures,

and attacks,

and willful acts of evil,

and empty arms tonight.


Whadya got: