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respirator

 

 

 

it's currently 8:47pm pst on march 23, 2020 in north vancouver, british columbia, canada. i've lost track of time already - cliché, i know - what does that mean anyway? i think this is self-isolation day 7 for me during the covid19 pandemic swepting the globe currently. it's weird, it's dystopian, i thought i'd be dressed better ...

 

i knew this was coming  ... 

 

i haven't written anything other than scribbles in my art book for years. business paperwork has made my writing cold and very brittle. this is awkward, like learning to walk again. this is nothing like the formal, third person narrative the business world likes to adhere to - their own sense of social distancing i guess...

 

this is also nothing like the decades of diaries i kept. i burnt all my diaries from ages 6 -18yrs. in an act of emancipation from my parents when i turned 18 and moved away to college. while i regretted doing this, i couldn't help but pick it up again twelve years later or in difficult times. there is something about writing, there is something about words and getting your thoughts down somewhere to get it away from you. maybe laurie anderson was right after all. maybe language IS a virus!

 

 

 

oz factor | no. 1  | #writing #language #virus

 

oz factor is an ongoing blog and photo project for the duration of self isolation for all citizens of canada for the covid19 pandemic.