A glass shatters in the slanting late afternoon sun,I reach impatiently, hungrily, slicing the tips of my fingers,in my desperation to hold ontothe fading light. Tightly bound by the heaviness of my emotions,I struggle within my cocoon of obscurity,groping for emergence,between the shards of glistening meaning,before their imminent disappearance into dusk.
COVID Diary 3
Me in a mask waiting in the check-out line.
COVID Diary 2
Day 6 of quarantine and things are getting stricter. It was reported today that they have arrested over 8,000 people for disobeying the state of emergency regulations. If you are caught on the street between 8pm and 5am you could receive a jail sentence for up to 5 years. My neighbors tried to drive to... Continue Reading →
COVID Diary 1
It’s the fifth day of quarantine, radical quarantine, as in, it’s illegal to go outside unless you are specifically going to buy food or medicine. There are police everywhere stopping people, checking IDs and questioning where you are going. A man was arrested today in front of his house, wearing boxers and flip flops, when... Continue Reading →
An Open Letter to My Depressed Self:
As part of cognitive behavioral therapy you are often sent to fill out tables, first to identify your irrational, exaggeratedly negative thoughts, and then to respond with rational, more accurate ones. Because I often feel attacked by my negative thinking about myself, it can feel daunting to respond to each ridiculous thought as it arises.... Continue Reading →