Navigating s-p-a-c-e-s
Navigating S-p-a-c-e-s Dear reader, this is an ongoing post for the pandemic, trying to make sense of our behaviors and motivations as a culture. I will add and subtract from it over time. Fall, 2021, Tallahassee, FL. This morning after leaving my driveway to meet a friend for coffee, I felt something come over my body while climbing up-hill from our cul-de-sac and passing the familiar water tower marked Tallahassee on the left. It was the muscle memory of my daily departure for school last fall bringing heavy, cautionary feelings mixed with optimism. Fall, 2020 On the very first day I left for school, my foot was so unfamiliar with touching the gas pedal that I could feel it waking up, the blood circulating to my toes, the arch of my foot, the heel, saying "where have you been?" We'd been in lock-down. Muscle memory takes a hold of the body more quickly than one's own stream-of-consciousness. So, while excited to see a friend, I was in a push-me-pull you with self:...