FANTASY WORLD INTERRUPTED. I imagine soft music, a comfortable chair, the presence of those I love. Perhaps a frosty cold PBR next to a crackling fire. Reading Yeats and enjoying being alive. Having a discussion with reasonable people, avoiding needless worry. Perhaps asking questions and looking for answers, pondering our shared future. Possibility and promise abound and hope is a thing spoken of openly. Then the red states screw it all up.