I last had a session in my office on Friday the 13th, March 2020. Packed up 3 of my 4 plants, all the random articles in my one draw got dumped into my Target bag on top of my chargers, and the last grab was my mug. I took the advice of a mentor and scheduled the forwarding of my office mail that evening and have only been back to Court Street twice since then. In different parts of the States, and different places globally this pandemic has looked a certain way. Impacted peoples lives a certain way. Dried up hope and filled emergency rooms in a certain way. And it continues in its existence still. I write this knowing, as much as one can know, that I will not physically be in my office on March 13th 2021.
Just open a window, blah blah blah
Sit at the farthest end of your office, blah blah blah
Wear a mask during the session, blah blah blah
Enthusiastically I decline.
On that note I must say I have switched to the screen in a hyper focused way and so I have been watching a bit more than I’ve been reading.
2 BOOKS I’M TRYING TO FINISH READING
Pleasure Activism: The Politics of Feeling Good by Adrienne Maree Brown
After Lacan: Clinical Practice and the Subject of the Unconscious by Willy Apollon et al.
4 SHOWS THAT ARE THE REASON I HAVEN’T FINISHED READING THE 2 AFOREMENTIONED BOOKS
Euphoria
The Boys
Undoing
Little Fires Everywhere
This post is ending in the exact space that it started, which sums up the current vibe ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
