1/7/2025
in the new earth, there's an excerpt that goes like this: "i mean, what is there to say anymore about the sixties? turn on PBS these days and it's the deadly nostalgia channel. peter, paul, and mary, still in the same turtlenecks. embalmed. but what are we supposed to do? it's the weight of something dreadful called, i don't know, experience."
i didn't exactly know who he was before yesterday, and i'm fine with that after googling him, but waking up to the news of peter yarrow's death was odd. do you know the feeling? it's the one where you learn about something and then tragedy strikes and it's too coincidental. if i had read that even just today, i'm not sure i would've made the connection. i've been thinking it all day. i've felt a little down for a few hours, not because i'm particularly sad over the death of this singer i didn't know but because of how learning about things and meeting people hurts. you could make a new friend today and something could happen to them tomorrow. opening yourself up to knowledge or making new acquaintances is risky. i'm going to keep doing it because for years after the events with someone i shouldn't name, i shut myself out to all of that. today brought those feelings back.
i'll be able to think about them more rationally tomorrow, and i'll share those feelings here. goodnight!