What Would You Say?

This happens to me from time to time. What do you say when you have nothing to say?

I started this blog as a way to keep up with a friend who moved to Costa Rica, but it has turned into an outlet for my feelings. My hopes. My dreams. My need to write.

But, what do I say when nothing immediately comes to mind?

I guess I could write about the rain hitting the roof, sliding down the gutter, while cigarette smoke drifts in front of the computer screen and my eyes. I could discuss the long, in-depth, delightful conversation I had with my mother about the ins and outs of economic development while mosquitoes bit my ankles and thunder raged in the distance.

Or I could just say. Watch Zimbabwe.

Because the shit is going down. One day we'll wake up to find not just Darfur, but Zimbabwe, were the Rwanda's of our time. And we ignored them. We ignored every signal, every notice, every chance we had to make a difference. And people died.

And, I believe one day we, our generation, will be judged on our negligence.

L.