The Only Thing I Can Do

I was at a baseball game with my folks yesterday, and it was a good time. I didn't really spend much time watching the game, but it was cool to see those guys playing; it was a visceral experience compared to watching it on a television. When watching a game on a screen, it's almost surreal, like I can't trust that it's actually happening; but seeing those guys in the flesh, doing their thing—it gave me a sort of confirmation on reality, that things are still real. With spending so much time at home on my computer, I often forget that things actually do happen in the real world. Screens and moving images can provide a small window to the happenings of elsewhere, but when I spend so much time seeing those unreal things—protests, war footage, concerts, nature documentaries—it makes me forget that the world is such a big and complicated place with so many moving parts. I feel sad to be stuck in one place, and I think the great sense of longing many of us feel comes from that. People talk…