Crises reveal just as much as they define.

I am trying to pay attention to what I am seeing, including to what I am seeing about myself.

Part of that is asking the question, always: what am I choosing not to see? Or: who is choosing not to show me the truth?

Attribution

The world out there insisting on this only half concerns
you. What happens to you doesn't belong to you, only half
concerns you. It's not yours. Not yours only.

/

And still a world begins its furious erasure—

Who do you think you are, saying I to me?

You nothing.

You nobody.

You.

— from Citizen: “Some years there exists a wanting to escape...” by Claudia Rankine