At some ungodly hour of the night, sick to my stomach and angry that I hadn’t gone to bed in blissful ignorance of the election outcome, I had no words. Today, I have one: Koyaanisqatsi, a Hopi word meaning "life out of balance" (literally “life out of balance”). It’s also the name of a 1982 documentary that found me (I did not find it) a few years back.
It’s a dark day for America, but as the Goldberg-Polin’s say “hope is still mandatory.” It’s always darkest before the dawn.