Maelstrom—on the bed, camera turned off on the Zoom while the guests in the virtual classroom describe a surprisingly feasible possible life. Suddenly overwhelmed, taking a break from the twenty-four hour scrutiny. This weekend I will be on camera for upwards of eleven hours. Too many to count now, sadly on one of the nicest weekends of this fall. But I expect in this time something will happen—an opening up. A dislodging. A release.
This is my hope.