I'm a day late thanks to some electricity shortages in the last hours of compiling this edition before hitting send. It has been dark days for Lebanon, and not just in the poetic sense.

News from parliament becomes more and more absurd. Even a soap opera couldn't write the lines of excrement we're being served but so are the Days of Our Lives. We are reminded how women, regardless of their nationality, are seen as an accessory or, worse, as disposable property rather than the paragons of ferocity that they are.

It makes talking about and working on anything other than the situation seem futile, inconsiderate, and tone-deaf. But doing nothing else can feel so excruciatingly heavy.

Whatever load you manage to carry, please try not to do the lifting alone.