I say I am finding grace, but I think I am succumbing to liminality. My life runs between two parallel lines. I hop between either line, attempting to escape the middle ground of liminality that lies between them.
Upon returning to New York at the start of 2021, I witnessed a very different city than I was used to seeing. “Isolation” is a visual representation of the loneliness and the emptiness found on New York City’s streets during the Covid-19 pandemic.
The shop was small, tucked away underneath an apartment building on Sixth Avenue. I ducked my head as I walked down the steps, and a small bell chimed as I stepped out of the frosty wind.
Some people say that you can make a house in your mind and place certain memories in each room. For me, it’s geometric. Things are generally organized, but there is some mess. It’s like going to the attic.