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Woolf on the Streets
This is a blessing of the face mask. I have finally become a lot more comfortable in public, and have successfully been able to resist the urge to only observe myself. Hiding behind it, I focus now on others and the spaces they occupy. These others are almost always men, and during some opportune moments, Continue reading
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For People Like Me
For people like me, it is discomfort to navigate space, to stand still and observe, to dissolve apprehensions. Our world is a box with no other being. Only their effect– their eyes. People like me, We catch movements. Hidden conversation. Hateful eyes, mocking eyes. We reel them in with fear, and revel in them. It Continue reading
ANIKA ELIZ BABY 