I am not writing to offer the reader ‘hope’. Hope does not always exist. I am not going to guard my writing against despair. Despair in art is authentic because despair exists in the world. Sometimes people despair. Sometimes people are hopeless. I feel no moral compunction to present the world otherwise. To do so would be conforming to the neoliberal agenda. We endure inequalities because we have been told ‘to make the best of it’, and that ‘it will all be ok’. Sometimes it won’t be ok. I give myself permission to write that. I will write to my experience, not according to the expectations of a Hollywood script.