And that’s been making me think a lot lately about the persistence of popular memory. Can you even remember a time when it didn’t feel like the whole world was on fire? Can you even remember a time when NOT EVERY SINGLE THING IN LIFE was political, or partisan, or fraught with danger of hurt feelings or embarrassment or (in the worst cases) the possibility of actual violence?
I walked over to the north wall and read Lincoln’s second inaugural address. My body warm, blood flowing through me, moving my legs as I read, the words so present in a way that I can’t describe or explain except that I’m so much more alive in the middle of a run, and so are the words I was reading.