….So I Don’t Start To Panic
For the past two weeks I have been busy in the studio, focusing on my work deadlines, focusing on my family routines, as normal. But really all the while pretending and trying to suppress the panic about the uncertainty ahead. Yesterday I finished this piece yesterday and I couldn’t help but title it “Staying In My Bubble So I Don’t Start To Panic”.
Today though I started to feel the panic rise up and into my chest.
I think anyone who has read Octavia Butler’s Parable of the Sower two book series, might possibly be feeling the same panic. I’m aware it is fiction, but the parallels are eerie. And honestly, the daily news of future appointments feel like bad fiction. Like, is this really happening?