Hope is a pit bull being held on a leash by someone quickly losing strength, ready and eager to bite its intended target. Hope is the hallucination of a spider creeping along the ceiling in the dark while screaming curses at your bed. Hope is a plague in the blood of broken generations. Hope is a turkey vulture on the side of the road with a taste for dead possum.

Hope is the tongue from which Hallelujah is sung despite all difficult odds and sharp notes of resistance. Hope is the Great Yes of affirmation for life in the face of nihilism and apathy. Hope is a final wave going under and a phoenix rising on the far horizon.

Hope is the subtle dose of electromagnetic synchronicity needed to help you get by when you don’t think you can but know that you must. Hope is the fire stoked...