this morning #511.

this morning, he chose to treat himself by sleeping in & letting the day seep in slowly. relentless campaigning had monopolized his time for most of the last year & while he’d tried to enjoy it in the moment, his faith in the voters had wavered gravely. his loss sealed that feeling. going in, he felt that he knew what they needed, felt that he had what they wanted. when the electorate revealed its taste for embracing conspiracy theories & wedge issues, a little bit of him died inside. his district lacked a whole hell of a lot, from funding for schools to a plan for the future. nobody wanted to talk about those topics though. they just wanted to yell at somebody. that somebody was usually him.