I mentioned recently the difficulty with which I’ve found writing, not for a lack of opportunity nor for a shortage of ideas—if there’s one thing that this time has given me is the mounting reading list with which I can use to distract myself with thoughts and ideas that are not mine. There has been no shortage, of course, of things that should compel us to speak. So much has been noted about how unprecedented the start of this decade has felt in its velocity, in the number and scale of calamities, catastrophes and events that radically and sometimes incomprehensibly disrupt our understanding and expectations for our lives and others. And at the same time, our lives feel unnaturally stationary, stuck in a holding pattern that sometimes feels as though it’s imposed by choice, more and more characterized by what we’re not doing and what life isn’t like than the frenetic activity that we project back onto depictions of historical times of social change.
on little silences
on little silences
on little silences
I mentioned recently the difficulty with which I’ve found writing, not for a lack of opportunity nor for a shortage of ideas—if there’s one thing that this time has given me is the mounting reading list with which I can use to distract myself with thoughts and ideas that are not mine. There has been no shortage, of course, of things that should compel us to speak. So much has been noted about how unprecedented the start of this decade has felt in its velocity, in the number and scale of calamities, catastrophes and events that radically and sometimes incomprehensibly disrupt our understanding and expectations for our lives and others. And at the same time, our lives feel unnaturally stationary, stuck in a holding pattern that sometimes feels as though it’s imposed by choice, more and more characterized by what we’re not doing and what life isn’t like than the frenetic activity that we project back onto depictions of historical times of social change.