The line on this collage says "These unsaid suspensions that refuse us". I was thinking of the suspensions being the droplets of infection in the air - and the refusal they have to allow us humans to exist in our 'normal'. So instead of us humans taking control of the virus, it has happened the other way around.
August 27, 2020
I’m a nervous wreck. A second lockdown (in Israel) is so much worst than the first. And no one even believes it will help. We don’t see a way out of this. Now they say: maybe December. December??? And how are we going to go through tomorrow? I am exhausted. I am on partial umemployment. I also barely work on the small job I have left. I can’t really do anything when my daughters are at home. I wasn’t alone for months. Yet I feel so lonely. The only people I see are the parents in the playground. And the conversations are always the same. It’s hard for everyone, I know. But I feel it’s especially hard for me. A few days ago, my daughters didn’t want to leave the playground. It was already late, and I was already too tired so I leaned back on my bench, and that’s when I saw the moon.
September 30, 2020