Cloud porn, and more cloud porn

I’m obsessed with clouds. Unlike my family in China, who experienced the initial lock-down in the depth of the winter months, I find myself “sheltered” in an affluent Maryland suburb as the temperature rises to outdoor-friendly degrees. When the staggering numbers of the cases and deaths and the discourses around who is to blame –…

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My Recovery

In early November of 2019, I got sick, but no one knew what was wrong with me. I ended up in the hospital multiple times, but doctors brushed off my symptoms and sent me home. Around Christmas, I almost died, and that’s when I discovered the HVAC unit had been leaking increasing amounts of carbon…

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I have found my passion for art again while being in quarantine.

For a while, I have had some difficulty finding interest in my artwork. I had stopped doing personal work years ago and focused on my college projects. After being in quarantine with nothing else to do but homework and rest I have used that extra time to get back into drawing and doing digital work…

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Recycling canceled

The city I live in stopped recycling two weeks ago for reasons never explained on its website or in any mailing. I’m a little shamefaced that I feel a sense of loss over a practice I have long known to be a neocolonial fiction. While I dutifully recycle my phone, computer, and plastics, the US…

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A Limit to My Worry

Some of my favorite news stories lately have been the ones about groups of people who are adapting fast and relatively easily to this crisis. Germaphobes: vindicated at last. People with obsessive-compulsive tendencies: way ahead of the curve on hand-washing. Disaster preppers: organizing their stashes of canned goods and trying not to gloat. Anxious people:…

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A routine

I awaken these days early in the morning, sometimes before five, to my dog Chance raring to go. Unlike me, he is a patient creature, and he indulges my tendency to ward off the worries of the impending day and steal another few minutes of sleep. I grab Chance close and cuddle him tight. Perhaps he…

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