2023 and Me

The persistence of Trump Derangement Syndrome and its shadow opposite made for an ugly, stupid, loveless year.

For most of my adult life, I never understood why people “retired.” Without the rush of real work, what was there to incarnation, especially if you’d renounced reproduction? Yet, 2023 was the year when I stopped pretending I was a worker of the world, let alone someone who could meaningfully, if manically, contribute to someone else’s dream.

People sti…