My first act of the new year was—again—to get on a plane from Newark to LA.2016 offered us a glimpse of distant mortality, creeping closer over the coming years, if we can get through the immediate problem of our naive media and tech unsophistication having left us susceptible to economic or nuclear collapse.
I've had a good run in my adult life, followed every dream and then some, metaphorically seen the fire off the shoulder of Orion, and yet here I am, same spot we're all in.
Only mine is at the airport, so has a plastic knife.
May we get smarter as a species, grieve in segments rather than in a giant wave as in 2016, as icons left us in a herd.
Happy 2017. The bar is low. We can do this.
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