I wrote this text on March 11, 2020. At the time, things looked grim, but I still hoped the pandemic would begin to drastically change the way we do things. As of yet, it has not. By the time I have children, all my childhood fears will have come true. Droughts and hurricanes take turns … Continue reading Four months on: still there
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Quarantine Discoveries
As long as change is constant, there is no immutability in solitude. I have never before seen the shadow cast by the Monstera leaves on the floor at midday-I was never home when it happened. At night, I'd look down at the tiles as I took my shoes off and would only see a surface … Continue reading Quarantine Discoveries
Renovations of the self
First comes desire. In an otherwise steady, sufficient, pleasant existence, there comes a time when you want more, perhaps want out. In the quiet space between thinking and doing, a wish, a tingling in the stomach, a nudge of the senses, a sign, if you will, presents itself. A new want from outside the realm … Continue reading Renovations of the self
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