On December 21, I wrote a post of hopelessness and fatigue. Then, later that day, I saw some videos of dancing, and I couldn't help but smile, so I wrote a more cheerful post showing the videos. The same today. Of course actual dancing brings even more joy than watching videos of dancing.
Fiction is an escape. It makes me feel okay, but only while I'm gone from the world. It doesn't make my world okay. Music, dance, and the outdoors, they make my world okay. At least for little glimmers.
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