What does holding on look like when everyone’s so scared to touch? These days, my grip feels firm only on scraps, excerpts, bits, pieces. It’s like I can only think in parts—anything resembling a whole feels immense, insurmountable, impossible. Here are some fragments that I’ve recently received and held close.
Part of an online lecture last week I attended by artist Kara Walker:
Don’t panic. It’s hard. Take little bites. Little bites. Take little bites in the present. A little something.
The sign-off from an email I received from writer George Saunders:
Stay well and, as important, stay happy as you can – that is a superpower that benefits everybody (he says preachingly after a day marked by several spates of crankiness).
From a note my professor sent to the class:
Shhh, if you listen, listen closely, you can hear its bones setting, like the sound of a new mountain after its last cough as a volcano. Shhhh.
I’ll leave you with this, heard live on a telecast Wednesday morning:
Please also appreciate that not only are we winning the struggle ideologically, we are also winning it generationally.
The future of this country is with our ideas.