Occasional Words from the Resistance
…from the desk of R.E. Vanella.
So I’ve been having real trouble trying to describe my emotions lately. I’m a bit of a spaz anyway. Nervous energy. Broader-line Frenetic.
I’ve been wound up even more lately, but at the same time exhausted. A lot has to do with the state of the neighborhood, I’m sure. From three doors away to three time zones away.
I’m starting to think it’s survivor’s guilt. Affluent white guy with no kids. I could keep my head down and my mouth shut and with any luck get through this dangerous circus OK. But this is some very nasty business that simply cannot be ignored. People are going to be broken soon. For those already broken I can hardly imagine.









