This is a remarkable piece of writing: we usually think of McSweeney's as humour, maybe absurdism, but that's not what this is. Crucial observations here.
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"Hell is here, in Boston, in the way a woman’s voice goes unnaturally high as she strangles a shriek when surrounded by six masked people in plainclothes who claim to be police. Hell inhabits the place in your heart where you feel her fear."
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"Hell is waking up one morning and feeling like your rights were stripped away overnight, only to realize it’s been happening gradually over your lifetime—and for much of that time, all you did to try to stop it was vote."
Wake up, Canada
But this piece is phenomenal.