Auckland, Aotearoa New Zealand
It is day twenty-one of quarantine and I sit in the sun planning out my schedule for the sixth time. Wake at seven, shower at eight, beats for a tomorrow-day in which I will no longer miss any of the steps. I spend only an hour on the news. I turn off the talkback radio. When someone tries to recite atrocities to me so that I can join them in their panic I walk out of the room. And then I walk back in, and I say, If you look for cruelty you will always be able to find it. I say, Everything good that we have began with a small group of individuals and reaching for them is enough. I don’t say the uncharitable truth, which is, If I don’t believe in people then I don’t know how to be alive. For weeks at a stretch I’ve puzzled over this dull hate and every time I come back to the same answer: I want a life for us without it, in which the clarity of morning doesn’t come with pain, but instead only our joy, sharp and bright. Hanna Lu is a history and politics student, among other things, and likes to spend her time moving very fast on wheels. Her published work and contacts can be found at hannalu.carrd.co.
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