darkness washed over...
Walking through downtown Dallas, the light is a strange autumnal twilight, even at midday. It makes me feel pings of nostalgia and loneliness. My father, so many thousands of miles away, alone, struggles with admin (banking and medical documents and dealings). I speak to him daily and connect to do his banking and help with everything, but I sensed today a tremendous distance and silence. That autumn light and reflections from windows of an old man sauntering by really killed me. Once young and hopeful and a part of everything, suddenly older and greyer and apart from everything.
Reading the news as I rest… they voted not to impeach Hegseth… they are obsessed with Stephen Miller. A French voice using French English grammar pops into my mind; ‘How can be?’ How is it possible that civilised adults voted against impeaching Hegseth? How is it possible that anyone in 2026 agrees with Stephen Miller? How is it possible that anyone likes Andrew Tate?
And now there is a new obsession; tech bros with Asian girlfriends. It is amazing how everything becomes a conspiracy, and all of them become obsessed with the same thing at the same time. However, it is never anything of value. It is never a burning desire to tackle climate change or to abolish world hunger. It’s trans people in sports or Asian girlfriends. It’s incredible. Literally.
Thus, an all-consuming depression sets in. For all the loss and the death and the suffering. For all the fighting and conflict. For all those who seem determined to see others suffer no matter what the cost. For knowing that, no matter how much we miss the past, friends and lovers from the past, family… we can never go back because they or gone and the places we miss have changed without them.
Crow Museum of Art, Dallas Arts District
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