Freighters From the park near my house in Victoria, I could watch the great metal shipping containers make their way through the Juan de Fuca Strait. I’d never before given much thought to how most of our goods arrive from China, Mexico, and Japan, although I’ve always endeavoured to buy local whenever possible.
Deepam, you always make me think harder about my values. I love hearing stories from your life. You had unique courage for a girl born in your era. Something inside you had an itch that had to be scratched. I also enjoyed listening to your radio interview from Oakville. Keep on keeping on. The window of youth and energy slowly closes and we have to strain ourselves to hold it open.
It's always a pleasure when your essay lands in my inbox. Love this fragmented form which lends itself well to a discussion of travel and younger selves. When you wrote about being too young to be alone, it feels so tender. I like that moment very much.
"none of the crazies that comes from too much choice" Joni's lyrics.... it's constantly choosing isn't it....hell, we need speed and wifi as writers reaching out into the world, but then how much time do I spend scrolling? and what about the ads? and how do they know my secret desires and then flash them before me in such beguiling color? Capitalism, desire, serveillance, itching for more, how we resist becomes a political act. Thanks for all of this.
I love these lines so much.....
"I just want to go back to my mountain cabin and listen to the coyotes at night. Drink the water that tastes of stars." Yes. Me too.
Deepam, you always make me think harder about my values. I love hearing stories from your life. You had unique courage for a girl born in your era. Something inside you had an itch that had to be scratched. I also enjoyed listening to your radio interview from Oakville. Keep on keeping on. The window of youth and energy slowly closes and we have to strain ourselves to hold it open.
It's always a pleasure when your essay lands in my inbox. Love this fragmented form which lends itself well to a discussion of travel and younger selves. When you wrote about being too young to be alone, it feels so tender. I like that moment very much.
I love this little memoir-as-answers to these vital questions of need/want. Thank you!
"none of the crazies that comes from too much choice" Joni's lyrics.... it's constantly choosing isn't it....hell, we need speed and wifi as writers reaching out into the world, but then how much time do I spend scrolling? and what about the ads? and how do they know my secret desires and then flash them before me in such beguiling color? Capitalism, desire, serveillance, itching for more, how we resist becomes a political act. Thanks for all of this.