Hey you,

We know this isn’t customary. We hardly know you. But, right now, in this harrowing moment defined by the onslaught of predicted collapse, political charades, and small, private hopes, we feel compelled to reach out across the digital ether to say that we love you. Yes, you. You as an inseparable and defining aspect of our world’s history and all its future possibilities. You, in this very moment, exactly as you are.

We are choosing to act outside the bounds of customs because this moment resides outside of what we are accustomed to. By human hands and actions, the world has been transformed into a stranger to our species; we are the only humans in history to ever exist in an atmosphere like our current one. All of us are living on lands worn thin by an industrial dream, separated by oceans boiling its inhabitants alive. Each and every person faces uncertainty and unimaginable loss.

We are choosing to act outside the bounds of customs because we feel this moment deeply and are compelled to reach out, in case you do too. Love is like that sometimes. And, despite its strangeness, this is a love letter we wrote for you.

This is a love letter to say, hey, you are not alone in this. This is a love letter to remind you that this moment holds opportunity to the extent of its danger. Fuck pessimism. Fuck ‘probability.’ This is a love letter about agency, possibility, and what you, me, and we can do in a world transformed by human hands and actions. This is a love letter that is romantic about a future ‘us.’

And so, right now, we want to be romantic. We want to dream about the ways we could all know each other better. We want to picture details about our future that will keep us up late at night, and spend our days fighting to make it come true. We want to do the hard work that makes us better people, allies, lovers, friends. We want to listen, change, and grow like plants grow: wild, tenacious, lifted by the light. We refuse to be bystanders in the making and unmaking of our world. We choose love. We choose struggle. We choose life. We hope you choose it too.

This is a love letter for uncertain times; for a love that isn’t a refuge or a resting place, but a journey toward our collective hopes. This is a love letter that is a promise: we are in this together.

Love Always,

Sydney and Eric

P.S.- We want you to be part of writing this #loveletter too! Use the hashtags #loveletter and #thisisourmoment to tell us about the future you are fighting for, email your vision of a better world to thisisourmomenttogether@gmail.com with the subject "Love Letter", or send love letters to:

This Is Our Moment

1891 Field Ave

St. Paul, MN 55116