“These weren’t actually tears of sadness. I never cry when I’m sad; at those times I just pinch down into a miniature version of myself like an ailing turtle trundling off into the forest to die alone. No, I cry when I’m not… happy, but when I see a flash, if only briefly, that something other and better than this world already exists in potentia. It doesn’t have to be profound. I cry the same set of tears when team members throw themselves into each others arms after winning a game as I do when we lock arms in front of the police”

From Jordy Rosenbergs (2019) novel “Confessions of the Fox”