Kimberly L. Wright

Hurray! I’ve made a little bit of progress today, adding a new page to this site, detailing some of the writing I’ve done for work.

My big project today is relaxation and thinking about the future, which is also not relaxing but something I can’t help but do as I look around me and feel the twinges of misery, the difficulties inherent, the pull of freedom versus the safety and security of the workaday life.

The short version: Getting that paycheck every two weeks is great, but it’s also a prison of measured time and unsavoriness that’s growing more noxious by the month. It’s the splash damage of the post-truth moment we are living in, and it’s very fatiguing.

Charlie Warzel’s essay, “I’m Running Out of Ways to Explain How Bad This Is,” does a good job of explaining, as much as I’ve been able to read, but I had to stop reading it last night to try to sleep peacefully. I’m so tired.

But I’m also excited to get yet another new book, “Proletarians of the North,” to help explain the situation my great-grandfather found himself in Detroit, as part of the poetry-essay project on my family’s wounds.

I do need to get up from this couch of endeavors (I do my non-work work on the couch) and walk my dog here soon.

Why would anyone want a robot to walk their dog? Why even have a dog if you don’t want to go for walkies? Leave it to Space Karen to have the worst, most derivative ideas. Tax the rich!