smoke and compromises
on the day my city topped the charts as having the worst air quality in the whole entire world, I -
not because of that but because it was also the same day the last of my supplies arrived, carried to my door by a dear delivery man I love to smile and wave to because his smile and wave are so bright and fantastic, and did my worry about how he’s out in that air without a mask or anything all day help protect him from any harm? the answer I’m sure is no but I’ll imagine maybe it could also be a little bit yes -
put green colored plastic and metal in pots and hung them on my wall and yes, I held off on this choice for many months because this felt like too much of a compromise, but somehow the whole scene felt exactly right. things falling apart, compromises being made, green tendrils moving in the breeze of my air purifier. none of this is how we want it to be, but I still find it really beautiful.