Last week I saw a scene of amazing passion, anger and righteous outrage. I've spent a week trying to recreate with the written word the facts and emotions of that moment. I spent countless hours typing and retyping. Rearranging adjectives and adverbs. Exploring the bounds of description, from straight reporting to metaphor glutted hyperbole. I have failed miserably. The faces, the voices and the invisible energy that drove and colored the moment haunt my words but will not manifest themselves. I am emasculated by this failure. One scene, one moment has wrestled by creativity to the ground. I must surrender.
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