It was an old, cane table; the webbing had suffocated under a fading coat of white paint. Someone who lived on Bishop Garden St wanted to help Amma out and had donated the table along with two chairs. One night that table lay overturned on the floor, after it bounced off father's legs.
Struggling to abstract
03.18.20….What is ethical relation in the midst of a pandemic? Physical but not social distancing. My hurt to your hurt – my wound to yours – but still, not too close. Can we really pretend that this crisis is any different from others? Cancel everything, black people are being murdered, asylum-seekers are in cages. Zoom offers a replacement to the status quo. But we know all of this. The question is why nothing changes.
double snare
We recruit innumerous adjectives to go sloganeering about a favorite subject, our leading fixation – life itself. And let us suppose we are primed to enunciate that life is difficult. Here, the readiness with which ‘difficult’ (like any other adjective) pawns its meaning to ‘life’ is also an opening into the thought of difficulty.
Rust, concrete, and the body
I recently threw out my back. I credit Zoom after Zoom on my couch or on my floor, an unsuccessful protest to the ergonomic, home-office setup. Constricted, I decided to create from old favorites.
