There’s a strange disconnect as the outside world is changing rapidly day by day in ways that are unpredictable and long-term while the interior of my small studio is the same and the days are a blur and I find myself searching for ways to mark time so it doesn’t just slip away.

I’m relying on my memory now, to walk me through places, days, memories I love, that echo inside me still. To remember how the air circulates during the unspoken dance of bodies occupying a space together.