Perceived Threats
May 4, 2020Pen-and-Ink Feature by Darrell Urban Black
The words I find most comforting during the pandemic are words of unity.
The words I find most comforting during the pandemic are words of unity.
I wanted to pretend I was okay, that it was a happy day and I was there for a better reason.
After it exercises its right to swell to a red giant and incinerate the younger earth.
I was twelve and barely knew who Trump was, but it was still disturbing.
The feeling of being protected, of being immune, and of being separate vanished.
It makes no sense to close yourself off from others now. I receive a joke, laugh my head off, pass it on. If it's not in a language that the other person knows, I translate it.
He loved self-reflection—the way memory, personal changes over time, and reality can come together to conjure a place far beyond documentation.