These art objects let me feel my own living form through the many shapes they had been pressed into.
It’s weird how hitting the ground doesn’t really hurt.
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Social media is filled with documentation of human suffering. So why read a tragic novel?
Despair too is contagious. We share it as we shed a spore.
Runners were perfectly suited for 2020. You’re telling us we get to stay more than breathing distance away from any other people? What’s the catch?
I have no idea what history will make of 2020, but the only record I have kept of this cursed year are blurry photos of shrubs.
The point is to accept that our impulses cannot save us from impermanence, that change and failure and death are inevitable—that stillness, as much as movement, is divine.
The author of Bec & Call on the role of poet laureates, the political power of writing, and capturing a sense of place in her work.