I can’t stop thinking about uncertainty. My uncertainty. My friends’ uncertainties. The world’s uncertainty. At the risk of sounding like a privileged asshole, I’ll go ahead and say it aloud: this is the first time in my life I’ve actually let uncertainty sink down into the depths of my stomach-lining and acknowledge its existence.
The more it’s made itself a home in me, the more my stomach has churned in the wee…
