If there’s one thing Delawareans know, it’s cancer. My dad once told me that we had the highest per-capita ratio in the country. I believe it. It’s how we lose the people we love.

Donald Trump is a cancer on the nation. Terrifying and alluring, which is the thing Democrats can’t seem to understand. Everyone knows that cigarettes kill, but you smoke them anyway.

I asked Mr. D to roll me a j tonight, but we were out of paper, so I vaped from the volcano. I had just posted an Instagram photo to my close friends’ list, a picture of me inhaling on a Swiss mountain. “High from the Alps,” I wrote, deciding to blog again with greater intention. That’s when Enrique texted.

I think a lot about the digital age. About AI. Artificial intelligence vs. human stupidity. What happens to writers in this moment in time. What happens to thinkers. What happens to humanity.

“What kind of country do we want to live in?” Harris asked tonight. “One of freedom, compassion, and rule of law? Or chaos, fear, and hate?”

I liked that part. Even if the answer terrifies me.