By caring for her in the last years of her life, I learned the depths of human compassion. I dove into deep crevices of my own humanity in simple moments.
You haven’t even joined the party yet, and you’re already feeling heavy and want to go home to your bed. But wait… you suddenly hear laughter from the left side of the room.
A deeper cut reveals a culture of psychopathy: a party sickened by its hatred, misogyny and xenophobia; grown too accustomed to deceit; blaming others for its missteps; compromised by a paralysis of ideas; resorting to character assassination and abject humiliation of perceived enemies; ...