I deeply miss being alone in a room full of people. Walking through a crowded train station in a city where I know no one, an indistinguishable face amongst many at the cinema, a supporter whose noise has been subsumed by the crowd.
Recently, I was sitting with some friends outside at the pub talking about the impending possibility of happiness. A lot of our joy comes from situations where we lose ourselves or become someone else for a while. Dancing, celebrating, being in nature—all of these involve surrendering part of ourselves to something bigger. But recently, we’ve had to be ourselves for so long. Literally staring at our faces, having our every move reflected back at us.
Continue reading She’s Back
It’s so weird when you can feel history happening to you. With over 100,000 deaths in the UK from COVID, how will history see this pandemic? Continue reading I Got the Pfizer Vaccine and I Feel Physically But Not Emotionally Fine
Just a little over a week before my due date, I came down with a cough. Four days later, I received a text notifying me that I had tested positive for COVID-19. The next few days were the scariest of my pregnancy. Continue reading Pregnancy and Birth During a Pandemic
I could feel the ridiculous nature of what I was doing as I tapped my card on the card reader. I feel like if I can only get my apartment looking perfect—if it smells pretty, if it feels cosy enough—all of these things will insulate me from The Badness. Continue reading I Keep Buying Things, Please Help
Stopping in front of the painting Danaë, my partner commented that she has a belly like mine. He’s right, and I looked at it thinking how beautiful it was. Six months ago, I’m not sure I would have had the same reaction. Continue reading From Maiden to Matron
The murder of George Floyd broke through the coronavirus clutter. Most of us still care deeply about both issues—so why is it so easy to let them slip out of view? Continue reading Keeping Constant Through COVID-19 and BLM Content Exhaustion
By Hannah Tyler *A note on language: During the writing of this piece I learned, ironically, that Navajo is not a Navajo word. It was a name imposed by the Spanish from a Tewa-puebloan word that means place of large planted fields. Dinè means ‘the people’ in Navajo language and a vote in 2017 to … Continue reading Naming a Virus Without a Name
I don’t know if you feel the way I do, but if you do—if there’s a seed of something inside of you that says, really? is buying and shopping and working really what gives our lives meaning?—then we need to hold on to what these past few months have shown us. Continue reading A Brave New World
A month ago I became an essential worker. I don’t want to die, nor do, I think, any of my coworkers. Continue reading Back to Normal
As the reservoirs of a host of viruses, bats have acquired a rather bad reputation. Continue reading In Defence of Bats