I try not to read the news but things slip through. I try to keep a filter. I used to read everything, used to have to read everything. That's what I got paid for. Waking up every morning at five, reading all the papers, compiling reports. Here's what's happening now. That was me, standing in the space between knowing and not knowing. Putting together newsletters so other people could wake up and be informed before breakfast.
The world's breaking open. Oh, but your product got mentioned in the style section!
I spend more time in this house than anywhere else. I work very hard to make it a safe place for my daughter. And for me. I'd like to pretend I focus so much of my energy on keeping us cocooned for her benefit but really it's because I can't live any other way. As in, I will get sick. As in, I become physically ill if I let too much world in. And it's probably unfair for me to have the privilege to decide to keep anything out. But I also know I'm good to no one keeled over, and if the best I can offer this world is some poems and the beautiful creature below, then that's better than nothing. I hope.
I have to believe this is all for something. I have to believe there's value to creating beauty in this world when everything's falling apart, that even if I can't solve any problems, at the very least I can describe them. At the very least I can make paper stars with my daughter and let them filter pink the light.