• Driving with Casey in a caravan of protesters, from the Cook County Jail to Daley Plaza.
  • Making eye contact with a maybe ten-year-old Black girl in another car, offering her water, smiling at each other.
  • The archaism of batons. Feeling wide-eyed and shocked anew that police still carry (and use) them when they have seemingly no purpose other than to harm.
  • The viral video of National Guard soldiers shooting paintballs at citizens on their own porch.
  • The “Don’t Tread on Me” crowd, who fantasize about fighting against government imposition, celebrating that moment, telling citizens who don’t want to get hurt to merely obey.
  • Honking the car horn till it got hoarse and then silent.
  • Hearing horns as I fell asleep at night.