“No one has imagined us. We want to live like trees,
sycamores blazing through the sulfuric air,
dappled with scars, still exuberantly budding,
our animal passion rooted in the city.”
—Adrienne Rich, The Dream of a Common Language, 1978
from Manhattan Is a Lenape Word
The siren song returns in me,
I sing it across her throat: Am I
what I love? Is this the glittering world
I've been begging for?
Natalie Diaz (2020)
To be linked to the chain of existence and events, yes, but bound by it? No. I forge my own links, I am building my own monstrous chain, and as time goes on, perhaps it will begin to resemble, rather, a web.
We find ourselves now in a global pandemic, where expressing love online is no longer a mere desire but a visceral need. Again: What is expressing "real" love or affirmation about? In a world without touch, is love about generous presence — new ways of saying "I am here" and holding space together, or is it something else? How might we do this online?