I’m angry. I’m angry because I love you, and care about your future — rather, our collective future and our wellbeing — and I feel powerless to protect you from those strange, delusional few who are out there: those whose aim is to foment and to feed off your fears, your need for emotional expression and creative satiety, your need to be seen, to be held, and to belong…to control your every move, to make you believe you’re fragile and weak, and then to profit from your self-induced illnesses.
I’m angry because I don’t know if there’s anything I can do about it.