I don’t feel able to talk publicly about my feelings (sadness, horror, and a self-perpetuating little shard of isolation) about what’s going on in Israel/Palestine. I have been thinking of the people I know who live there or are from there, reading the news, crying (which is not a socially acceptable thing to do in Berlin) and wishing for peace and safety for everyone for whom that’s still an option. I have been drawing this week and might put those drawings out at some point. But the drawings I’m publishing here are old ones. Sending all kinds of compassion to everyone reading this.
I used to think all people could be reasoned with, if you explained yourself the right way. But lately I’ve been wondering if certain things – cruelty, hatred – are mental blocks in some people. Where they should have an understanding, they don’t. A mental block can’t be reasoned with. All you can do when you run up against someone’s mental block is treat the person respectfully and back away.
For paid subscribers: some fragments I wrote on a three-day trip I took to Paris with Jamie last month. He got covered in chocolate ice cream multiple times, and neither of us slept, but it was beautiful and the bread was amazing.
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