even as each moment is an answer.
Sometimes you plan to spend an evening in a botanical garden and sometimes instead you are obliged to stare at red and green numbers flashing across a screen, symbols of a reaction (or the absence of a reaction) to the latest breaking news of the moment.
There is ongoing commentary about news aversion and news fatigue and news avoidance and other synonyms for “I can’t with this right now” and it is a wild thing to be in a position to understand the objections on a visceral level and to feel equally strongly that those of us who work in this industry must try, nevertheless, to be useful.
What useful looks like when all is upheaval and uncertainty is not necessarily what it looks like when times are precedented. Knowing that is knowing the difference between the job and the work.
And still a world begins its furious erasure— Who do you think you are, saying I to me? You nothing. You nobody. You. A body in the world drowns in it— Hey you— All our fevered history won't instill insight, won't turn a body conscious, won't make that look in the eyes say yes, though there is nothing to solve even as each moment is an answer. / — from Citizen: “Some years there exists a wanting to escape...” by Claudia Rankine