Indeed they do.
Things seem so much worse today than yesterday. A settled silence is out there, going through the day under the shadow of some unseen dread.
And with so little to be done to help.
Which is why I had to sit back for a moment last night as I wrestled my way through understanding stylesheets (with thanks to the most excellent Kevin White for his impromptu tutorial yesterday).
And yet I say to myself: “What’s the point of this? You’re talking to yourself, so who cares what your code looks like? And if anyone else is listening, do you really think your musings on religion and comic books are, in the face of this tragedy, anything more than perverse? Why bother?”
Answer: “I don’t know.”
But I can’t do otherwise. I can’t go on without having left a stain upon the silence (with a nod to Samuel Beckett).
I can’t shut up.
I can’t go on. I’ll go on.
As will all of this.
As will we all.
Although not, apprently, with stylesheets. At least not until I can spend more time this weekend figuring out where I went wrong.
In the meantime, go help someone. Give them money. Throw your own noise into the awful, terrible silence that’s out there right now.