I was feeling pretty uneasy last Tuesday afternoon when I pulled into the public library in Los Feliz. It wasn’t the library that was making me uneasy — quite the opposite, as you’ll soon see. No, it was a whole melange of unknowns: the awareness of looming events outside of my control, the feeling of waiting to learn what the future will look like, that sense of having a lot of responsibility and very little power. I’d come to the library to drop off my recall ballot, and even that was just a drop in the overall anxiety bucket, the seasoning in my stew.
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I was feeling pretty uneasy last Tuesday afternoon when I pulled into the public library in Los Feliz. It wasn’t the library that was making me uneasy — quite the opposite, as you’ll soon see. No, it was a whole melange of unknowns: the awareness of looming events outside of my control, the feeling of waiting to learn what the future will look like, that sense of having a lot of responsibility and very little power. I’d come to the library to drop off my recall ballot, and even that was just a drop in the overall anxiety bucket, the seasoning in my stew.