Also it’s ironic and a little terrifying that the fate of the world is partially contingent upon what happens in Vegas, Nevada. This feels too much like the flip of a coin, except

except that it isn’t. I don’t think.

I’m trying and failing not to keep reloading the map of election results and I have not dared to let hope into my heart yet but I – hmm.

Georgia is currently tied 49.4% to 49.4%.

They’re at 99% reported.

It has just occurred to me that the difference between the number votes is literally 1902 people. That is the equivalent of maybe as many church congregations as I could count on the fingers of one hand. That’s a bit higher than the number of students at my highschool. That is a fraction of the population of the upstate NY Bible belt town with the rolling hills and the queer kids who who got the fuck out at 17 and moved to Tennessee and Virginia and Pennsylvania to start a new life, somewhere safe.

1902.

It has just occurred to me that I have probably met with, talked to, exchanged words with that many people in my adult lifetime. I’m thinking about the number of people that all of those people know. And then those people, in turn. And I’m thinking about how everything is interconnected, and how sometimes the ripples that an individual sends outward aren’t muted by the background noise in the system but once in a while there is something – a joke, a turn of phrase, a five dollar bill, a belief, or (i am so sorry) a virus – that is passed from person to person throughout these interconnected communities until it has been amplified a thousand fold.

1902 voices is barely a whisper, against a backdrop of a storm that has been raging for centuries. But that whisper could be enough to tip the scales. Right now, the scales are leaning slightly, ever so slightly away from the voice of reason and, just.

I am so fucking proud of how strong that voice of reason is.

I love you.