Answer truly, if only for a moment and to yourself: how are you in the home of your body? Since I last wrote to you, my days have taken interesting turns. For one, I’ve been laughing. Laughing at the irony of a University that struggles to run a portal successfully, proposing that an entire semester be made virtual. For a moment this week, I saw a thing I found beautiful. An old woman looked at me and I was lost wondering about her eyes. She had cataracts in her eyes, and it reminded me of how Safia Elhillo had described glaucoma in a poem as:
On Shaping a Kind of Life
On Shaping a Kind of Life
On Shaping a Kind of Life
Answer truly, if only for a moment and to yourself: how are you in the home of your body? Since I last wrote to you, my days have taken interesting turns. For one, I’ve been laughing. Laughing at the irony of a University that struggles to run a portal successfully, proposing that an entire semester be made virtual. For a moment this week, I saw a thing I found beautiful. An old woman looked at me and I was lost wondering about her eyes. She had cataracts in her eyes, and it reminded me of how Safia Elhillo had described glaucoma in a poem as: