A poster that said something
Eliina visited me in D.C. while I was living there — she was protesting the possibility of going to war with Iraq, and we made a sign. And I don’t remember what it said. It was something like, “War is bad” or “Don’t go to war” or “Stop it.” It was something really obvious and innocuous that we’d spent like an hour coming up with. But I definitely do remember the hyper-energy of trying to meet up with her for part of the protest, coming up out of the Metro and realizing I’d never find her because I was completely swept up in a seemingly endless road of people marching and shouting, total strangers who shared my fervent beliefs.
The same nervous-excited energy in my stomach surfaced when the election results were rolling in. I was reading a book in the dining room but kept checking in with Eliina in the kitchen with her laptop, who was loading and reloading the news. By the end of the night, I felt that same comforting surge of identification with complete strangers who saw things in a way that made sense to me.