5/30 This is not a fight between two candidates, where if the right one wins, the problem will go away. 

As the verdict came out, I texted J a screenshot of it, without comment, just like that, which is not something we’d normally do. Two hours later, after I had taken the train to Newburgh, and we sat in a restaurant, she randomly changed the subject of our conversation, and told me, because she just had to, about the verdict, which she’d not normally do, and she hadn’t seen my earlier message.

J seems fully disillusioned with everything politics, and the American charade of it in particular. It does not mean that she hasn’t, of course, ordered two hundred postcards which she’ll write by hand before the election and send to voters in Pennsylvania. Of course I will help with that.