I sign petitions (it does not feel enough to me, either).
The timeline is well populated with discourse, anger and sorrow.
My own head is full of discourse, anger and sorrow. This is no excuse, nor justification, I simply report.
I continue with my practice.
I am mainly moved to post things that may nudge the heart or refresh the eye.
As ever, I walk and the street calls to me. When things beckon, I listen.
I combine incompatible things.