Zoe Nightingale

Well, just my luck. Depressed and defeated, I took my microphones to Washington Square Park to see how my fellow New Yorkers were coping with the election results. It was a beautiful fall day and New York was A buzz with farmers markets, art, live jazz, poets and artists all converging to lend each other moral support.  People were organizing for an "count all votes," rally that was incredibly peaceful. But in mere moments turned into a blood bath. No where is safe. I am so fucking sad.  Even if Biden wins. HOW COULD IT HAVE BEEN THIS CLOSE. OOf. It hurts, it hurts so bad. The worst part is I somehow tricked myself that this time of quarantine was going to do something to the collective fabric to inspire compassion for your fellow countryman. I am so fucking bored of racism and intolerance. Aren't you? AREN'T WE ALL. Ouch. Ouch. Ouch.  We'll, here we are. There's literally no where to go but up. Started from the bottom and now we're...where. All I can do is keep trying to spread love and laughter in my wake a