When I heard that Maurice Sendak died, I knew it was a bad omen.
I
walked to the Leith Docks shortly before sunset to watch the light
fade. It seemed important somehow. Like I needed to personally bear
witness to the sun setting on any chance some people very dear to me
will have to love freely.
I have been up all night monitoring the
election results. The margin was 59%-41% in favor when I started. It
only widened. I spent time composing a suitably vitriolic Facebook
status for when it became official. Something to the effect of, "I hope
I can get my British visa extended so I don't have to go back to a
place that legislates hatred." But then as the sky started to lighten
again, a certain sense of calm came over me, and I let the vitriol go,
just a little bit.
I am ashamed of my home state. So long as
this amendment stands, I do not intend to call it home again. But now,
as I'm watching the sun come up, I am certain that the amendment won't
stand. And all shall be well.
All manner of things shall be well.
Cheers, y'all.
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