so many road trips. anytime there was a break from school. up and down the western US. windows down and no cars ahead. the road is how commercials showed us freedom.

It’s been two months since I wondered if the pandemic would overshadow other social justice issues. Or better said, I wondered why the state and public reactions to the threat of disease was much stronger than that to the slow racialized violence and mass death already taking place within the United States.

Schopenhauer says there is no way to distinguish life from dream. I sense this as true through memory. In the present moment of living, though, there is something that feels… real—wirkend.

These are the trees in my backyard. Technically, only the reddish one is a tree. It bears small fruits that look like plums and the raccoons love them.

Tables are a places for joyful connection, but also, often, discipline. Sit there until you finish your dinner. - Don’t put your feet here, your elbows there. -

Growing up as a queer child in a White working-class environment in Germany in the 1990s meant that you have to navigate the fact that your gender performance and sexuality has been framed by society through discourses of disgust, undesirability, unhappiness, and disease. Or, as Sara Ahmed puts it: “Queer arrives as an affective inheritance of an insult.”