The Home in The Apartment
I’m drawing the blinds open on all of my windows, and I urge you to do the same. My current Home is an apartment, and, when the light is coming in just right, I can see its duality. The Home is mine. The apartment is not mine.
The Fall of Everyday Life and The Rise of Life Worth Living Every Day
The world we built is crumbling before us, but I’m not panicking. I’m excited. Is it sadistic to think we needed this global pandemic to wake everyone up?