Yesterday I felt complicated about my birthday during Corona time…During the day, I Facetimed with my family, and in the evening, I blew out the candles from the chocolate cake that Molly made for me from scratch while my friends watched from gridded screens. I felt grateful to have this moment with them while also feeling the unfathomable loss of the 731 who died in New York during the day. Words couldn’t come and a lump formed in my throat. I walked out to the dark yard and watched the moon move between the clouds and tree webs. The moon and I looked at each other wondering what we thought of all of this. Tonight is one of its closest times to the earth yet the distance is palpable…
In the meantime...
While the world seems to have stopped, uncertain, about everything we’ve known, not knowing what will happen next, while waiting inside, I look back at my journals marking the passing of certain days, how I took notes of things seen, heard, and read…encounters of certain moments found in translation…