The Misunderstanding

 My belief that everyone is "unshakeably good" has been tested severely this week. 

 It now occurs to me, plain as day, that some peeps are "shakeably good," and a whole big bunch of others are unshakeably bad. 

  This is a significant shift in my perspective about my fellow citizens.  

 I hoped beyond hope that "joy (would) cometh in the morning," but I woke up on Wednesday in a joyless place with much weeping and worry and it looks we'll all be living here for the foreseeable future. 

I'm developing a plan for a life of isolation and ignorance and I now present it to you in a bulleted list. 

•  I'm not going to read or listen to any source of NEWS.  Good riddance. 
• We will probably also move to France, where I can walk around in a blissful bubble while HM works,  unable to communicate with others, unable to understand what's happening around me. 
• Moving back with the BLUES people of California also appeals. 
• The plan includes near constant collage and notebook doodling. 

 That's all I have of the plan right now.