Right Now

In order to be reading this right now, you have to be able to see, and understand the English language, and most likely, you're alive, breathing.

In order to be reading this right now, you have to have access to the internet. You need a WiFi connection or a 5G network to do that. Maybe you’re on your iPhone, or a Mac, giving Apple, Inc. the right to your data, maybe you open Instagram or Facebook or TikTok afterwards and give Mark Zuckerberg and China permission to connect with people superficially, junk that clogs your arteries, calling it a social life.

In order to be reading this right now, you don’t need to have a conscience. You can be in any tax bracket, believe in any religion. Maybe you have a PhD or just a middle school education. Maybe you enjoy a special hobby, or are the victim of something that haunts your every waking moment.

In order to be reading this right now, someone gave birth to you and gave you proper nutrition to make it to an age where you have reading comprehension. You didn’t need, necessarily, to be loved by anyone for that to happen. Maybe you’re a writer. Maybe you feel what I feel, too, a need to scream, to paint feelings in red when otherwise you just bled.