we live in an absolute poverty of love. we are destitute in our ability to care for each other.
gabriel roccoforte died. thousands of babies die here every year.  i try to love those babies-- by donating to organizations that provide doulas and maternal assistance, by supporting the health and human services levy, by considering adoption or fostering in my own life-- but that doesn't make them any less dead. thousands of urns, with tablespoons of dead hope inside.
kevin williams writing about the blinding poverty of empathy we experience. that people can read a heartfelt autobiography from a striving, struggling stranger and respond with "he probably did drugs." when any poor person could tell you, most of us would love a job selling drugs more than we'd love the opportunity to do drugs.
if i wasn't here, everyone would find a way. isn't the sign of good leadership that someone else can easily take your place? that we should strive to bring others up with us, make ourselves replaceable. if i wasn't here, nothing would collapse.