Eat Your F*cking Ice Cream

This is my attempt to continue my life as normal among all the messes. Messes in my home, in my head, in my world.

As the genocide in Palestine rages on, I live my life unharmed by anyone but myself. My physical spaces become cluttered as usual, yet this time, I let the mess linger on purpose just to have something to clean up. Something to show.

My journal hears my thoughts and the messes they contain. The entries are inconsistent and filled with emotion. Eat Your F*cking Ice Cream is a note to myself, to the president, and to the world. We’re all watching the destruction. We’re all eating our ice cream anyway.