Posts by Garry
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 –…
Read MoreMy 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…
Read MoreI 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…
Read MoreRecycling 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…
Read MoreA 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:…
Read MoreA 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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