I love staring at clouds. I really love master paintings of sky, water and clouds. This is not one of those! just a note-to-self about how at evening sometimes the clouds are brighter than the sky on one side, and darker on the other, as a herd of them ambles past.
I’m reading Isabel Wilkerson’s book Caste, along with the news with daily stories of police violence. It is harsh but absorbing, and well worth reading.
I’m thinking about the costs of dis-individuation and dehumanization passed down through generations of both oppressed and oppressors.