New Normal, Stockholm 2019
I’ve lost count of the number of days since the sequester started. When I consider it, I come to something like 60 days time has a funny way of playing tricks on you when you’re in a situation like this one. The days don’t really start…
Through the looking glass, Palm Springs 2018
After the first week of quarantine there’s an interesting emotional dichotomy at play. But this is about more than Covid 19 and quarantine so let me back time up a few weeks, to a morning I woke-up, completely disoriented, crying my eyes out.…