I have yet to attempt to write a single public piece about last year’s earth-shattering political events. I still don’t have the desire to, I’d rather keep this writing confined to my journals or let it seep freely into my prose. Mostly it’s that I have felt suffocated by the noise, the opinions of others none of which accurately capture how I feel about these moments. This isn’t so much a criticism of the writers, but of the inadequacy of language. I think of Berger.
Sometimes the only response is a purely visual one, although I guess this isn’t one of those.