Dark Traditions

Thanksgiving, to the general, undereducated American, is a festival of gratitude—acceptance of difference and a thankfulness towards kinship, humanity.

Thanksgiving, to me—is sharing my late mother’s recipes, and cracking jokes like my father did when i wasn’t old enough to drink a beer.

Tomorrow, Thanksgiving 2020, We have a pandemic amongst us, which grows more deadly by the second.

Smallpox comes to mind.

But we’ll all still cook a meal: warm it up for a day or two; ponder familial ties—Fired up a lifetime.

When will it all be inconsequential?

Why will it all be inconsequential?

How do we keep destroying without a backup plan for the future?

Why

How

Can I be thankful?

Please, give me a reason.

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