There's no rush. No need to bolt towards what has already arrived and smother it with exhortations and expectations, to give it a word or a number or smoosh it into a plan. Uncertainty remains the revolution's greatest tutor because it forces us to cultivate safe places far away from empty narratives and false promises, the webwide directives or the ever changing rules.

This performative annual bullshit routinely finds me furious. Cupcakes and coffee while we politely discuss genocide in couched careful terms? Overpriced brunch in sunny AC while the world dies around us? Pretty empty speeches that change absolutely nothing from politicians committed only to re-election as femicide and domestic violence stats continue to rachet unchecked as we lose rights, respect and equality.