Darkness carries us forward, light makes space. We watch the world from the edge, waiting to be loved after death. In each breath, the resistance fights for sustenance.
I am writing this article anonymously, at a dangerous moment in academia where students and faculty are censored, doxxed, blacklisted, and threatened for taking a public stance on Israel’s illegal occupation of Palestine.
The floor is sticky with stuff you can only hope is beer and everyone is standing in front of their seat, talking with friends or strangers and jiggling up and down to the music in a sort of awkward pseudo-dance.