Jacob Lawrence, "The Lovers," 1946
Jacob Lawrence, The Lovers (1946)
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We watched the election from a Motel 6 in Woodland Hills, with an absurdly out-of-proportion nine foot bed, lifetime supplies of beers and birth control, and terrible foreboding for the future.

"I've been well and truly fucked," she said, kindof in exhaustion. Like the country, I thought.

We broke up after a few months. The country went through the great disaster of that era, taking much of the world with it.