For the first time in a year, things went back to normal. Yet, despite Delta walking our streets, many are falling into the arms of denial.
So many times in the last two years, I’ve found myself teetering toward mental collapse. Fortunately, I’ve managed to navigate it.
While the Portland sky is painted in familiar apocalyptic hue, I’m mourning what we’ve surrendered in this new reality.
After an unprecedented year of violence, demonstration and pestilence, I find myself longing for space, a means of escape.