Ojos Bonitos Diaries
Of Death and More Feelings of Helplessness
I just got wind of another death close to my family – my second during the quarantine. To say that facing a death is hard can be so cliché it’s almost comic. But to say that covid has made it even harder and even worse – I don’t know. I’m at a loss. It just leaves me with feelings of helplessness.
Face-less Times Are A Tad Frustrating
I found that it’s so exasperating to have people repeat what they want to say just because I couldn’t hear properly through the masks and face shields. And I find it even sadder that when there are good things to be expressed – compliments, gratitude, fascination, appreciation – we now have to settle for assuming how the people expressing these emotions look like instead of the pleasure of seeing it for ourselves.
Drowning in the Silence
It’s weird. It’s like, the noisier it is, the noisier I want to keep it. But the quieter it is, the quieter I’d rather have things as well.
The Quiet Nights, The Noisy Nights
Just being around people and sharing that energy physically with them, having fun, enjoying the music, dancing when we can, when we’re feeling loose enough. How many more nights till we take these for granted again?
Curfews and the Night’s Magic
This honesty is something I ascribe to the night, probably because over the course of my life, I just witnessed more of it during these particular hours of the day – these hours that would signal its closing. A looser, more lenient, more allowing energy was always felt – and this is where I thrived. This is where most people actually did, if they were just more aware of it.