March 09, 2024 I've been increasingly consuming the internet since October 7, trying to wrap my head around all that's happening; have an informed opinion, some voice, even if it were limited to conversations with my family over the phone or with a friend on a walk. The more I watched, read, and heard, the more I realized how little I knew. I continued until I read about how we are conditioned to consume anything dystopic as long as it wasn't happening to us. Of the gazillion images and videos out there, this still from a reel Motaz Azaiza shared on November 6, 2023, of a little boy trembling terrified me. I can't help but think about what if I were one of them. How is all this still happening? Is this *Sensitive Content* becoming only *Content*? Paralyzing. The following slide is a compilation of entries from my diary.
Walking the Dog
[Notes from my journal. Prospect Park, March 16, 2024, Afternoon]:
— You follow your dog.
— Your dog walks you.
— Your dog follows you.
— You force-walk your dog.
— You and your dog walk together.
— You are the dog (You need the love from your pet).
— You need love.
Regards,
A dog person
December 21, 2023 Got these on the first day of school, over two years ago. Souvenirs. Lost them soon after, found them at some point, misplaced them again; found one, found the other, before losing them, again. They resurfaced today— putting them here before I lose them. RISD happened in a sec.
Spot Illustration for Wired’s ‘The Inside Story if How Eight Google Employees Invented Modern A.I.’, published on The New York Times Audio App.
Spot Illustration for Wired’s ‘My Parents’ Dementia Felt Like The End of Joy. Then Came the Robots’, published on The New York Times Audio App.
Spot Illustration for Wired’s ‘I Went Undercover as a Secret OnlyFans Chatter. It Wasn’t Pretty’, published on The New York Times Audio App.