I want people. I miss people. I need people. I spend time with people. But every person now is a preacher. Everybody has a sermon. Everyone has an opinion. I have opinions too, but there is no room for me. No space. Not in this marketplace of ideas. Soapboxes everywhere, in and out of every free speech zone. So many voices. So many voices in my ears, slapping arms into chests in the race up hill. I am so tired. So very, very tired.