We Are Not the Weight We Carry: Downtown Under Curfew, I Was Crying in the Back of a Venue.

A Wednesday night, a LA protest on the horizon, and the memory of who I used to be

DAY 1252

i rock side-to-side, holding myself in my arms, as tears spill down my face.

i am standing in the back of the venue, crying. it is a Wednesday night. The Belwether is close to empty, full of quirky white people— Millenials and Gen X. on the way to the venue, my phone had issued a curfew warning: LACITYALTER:THECITYOFLOSANGELESHASDECLAREDTHATACUR…