Graffiti in Athens, 2017

Like the stages of grief, denial leads to anger. For two months our government denied what was happening before our eyes. We watched the infections bloom across the map. We knew the virus was coming to America yet the White House did not do a thing. They shook each other’s hands at press conferences and encouraged us to do the same. Keep shopping, they said. Keep traveling and gathering for meetings, concerts, and political rallies. At least two senators dumped their stocks just before the pandemic began.

Now we stay home and watch the death toll climb while doctors beg for medical supplies. We listen to health experts on television deliver bizarre advice like, “Always do your best to wipe everything down.” We watch wealthy senators squabble over cash injections to corporations even though it’s clear who is truly essential to society: the doctors and nurses, the truck drivers and grocers, the cooks and delivery workers.

Once this is over and we’re allowed to gather outside again, I hope we take to the streets for all kinds of reasons.


The Field – No. No…

From Cupid’s Head | Kompakt, 2013 | Bandcamp

An off-kilter slab of elegant aggression.

Each night in 2020, I wrote a short post for a series called Notes From the End of a World because I wanted to etch these days into my memory. Before the world changed completely.
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