|Desert Panels (M.A. Reilly)|
I am out west.
In the desert.
It’s bloody hot and I sometimes feel beautifully lost in this large, large unfolding span of sand and mountains, hills and rocks, settled beneath big, sloping skies.
Every thing shifts in time.
Nevada is cruel in ways that hold my attention.
I read the opening chapters from Sara Ahmad’s Being the Change on the plane, the drone of engines sounding. Ive clocked 22,000 steps since landing and I began to wonder if the desert isn’t an apt metaphor for this reading, this text I am composing alongside her words.
Dwell in unfamiliar geographies.
To be the change requires rubbing up against ambiguity and knowing it is not a small matter to unknow what have been truths, to be vulnerable with others.