I started my two years at the Harvard Kennedy School writing about how impact was more important than intent. On orientation day, I was reminded that people cannot see your intentions, they can only see your actions. Today, black Americans in this country need us, white people, to act, our intentions are not enough. Our…… Continue reading No, no, no, Intent Has Never Been Enough. We Must Act.
While from the outside it might appear that I now have nothing to do, since I have turned in my last final assignment on Saturday, I still feel I have so much to do. A nonsensical feeling, right? Nothing to do, but everything to do. A thousand worlds to explore. The sun coming up, the…… Continue reading Look at That World
It doesn’t get easier, but I do anticipate them much more – the endings. Even Santiago told me when I was accepted to Harvard that it was already over, that I should picture graduation before I had even stepped foot on the campus. I trusted him because he had just finished his 2-year Masters program.…… Continue reading The Final Chapter, Yet Again
I am thankful that I can go outside. There are many places in the world, where people are not allowed to go out for a walk. The feeling of fresh air in my lungs, some drops of sunshine on my face, the movement of my legs beneath me, remind me that I am ok. I…… Continue reading Did You See the Sky Today?
I had dreams of doing my thesis with the Louvre. I began to try and live out this dream by emailing all my contacts in the art world (very few people…). I wanted to “mainstream” my love of art to be not just a hobby, but a center focus. While I failed at finding a…… Continue reading It’s Been a Super Strange Year
I am my own best friend. I am my own worst nightmare. I am kind to myself. I am very critical of myself. I think about who I was. I think about who I am. I think about who I want to be. These days, I find myself playing with the many versions of myself…… Continue reading Playing with My Many Selves
Is our technology filling in for what we might have encountered in the city? I feel like my computer has become a part of me and my day to day experience. The computer is like a magnet. If I am too far from it in the apartment, it’s like I have lost my connection to…… Continue reading The Lost Encounter