Video is everywhere of Los Angeles burning, still visible when we close our eyes. My heart is with everyone suffering unimaginable loss and uncertainty right now. Struggling to imagine an America where these images could spark an extinction rebellion. Then struggling to quiet the imagination, seeking neutral ground, the soil for sleep. Focusing on these economies of the imagination, attempts at self-maintenance. Orienting by the presence of a partner. Self-maintenance as other-care.
We can hear the shush of rain for a few minutes before it comes.