Is it surprising to be experiencing a creative renaissance while bed bound ? Yes. But I am so grateful for it. I cannot describe how much I appreciate being able to listen to a whole album of music, being able to read books and poems, being able to watch whole movies (albeit cut in a few sessions), in general to float in the ether of human creation. You don’t know how much you need it until you’re cut off, that connection to other humans’ art.
And how it feels to participate in that flowing current… divine. Making art makes sense of living in this fcked world.