DEMOCRACY IS DYING IN SLOW MOTION AND I AM HOLDING MY WIFE'S HAND ON THE COUCH

The thing nobody tells you about watching democracy die is how much of it happens on a Tuesday afternoon while you’re trying to remember if you took your meds. It’s not dramatic. It’s not lightning splitting the sky. It’s a press release. It’s a redistricting map that looks like someone let a “toddler” loose with a Sharpie and a grudge. It’s a state legislature passing something at 11pm that nobody read, and somebody explaining it to me in a voice that I think is supposed to be calming but mostly just makes me want to take a nap forever. I keep waiting for the part where it feels like a movie. Where there’s a swelling score and a clear villain and a third act. But it’s just… Tuesday. And then Wednesday. And then a friend texts you something deeply unhinged about voter rolls and you read it standing in the cereal aisle trying to decide between two boxes of basically the same thing. I am so tired. I have been tired since 2016. I have been tired since before that, honestly, I just didn’t…