Not really futility, but it feels that way.
I’m going to post essays here, where nobody will see them, probably, because it’s something I can do. So I’m going to do it. Until the November election.

Not really futility, but it feels that way.
I’m going to post essays here, where nobody will see them, probably, because it’s something I can do. So I’m going to do it. Until the November election.

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