two months ago, i stopped reading. i went from reading several essays a day, a book a week, and who knows how much other random content on the internet an hour — to basically nothing. i even got off instagram. a weird thing for me, but i didn’t want to read hot takes or think about possible solutions to problems that seem cyclical, unsolvable, exhausting. i just wanted to process. buy time. be with myself and remember my body.
i started laying on the grass for fifteen minutes a day and staring at the sky. most of the time i couldn’t last more than five, but sometimes, it worked, and i would become entranced. time fell away. the trees and clouds reminded me of my smallness, and i felt a little bit okay.
in that smallness, i remembered that i don’t need to be stressed about producing and commissioning regular content for new archives, because the world is literally and metaphorically, systemically, spiritually, all the “-lys” on fire. and no one cares that much about a goddamn reading list. and this project just isn’t going to be what we envisioned when we started, because, well. everything. the least we can do is be kind to ourselves.
anyway. here’s a reading list i managed to make, only because i encountered some beautiful things that i was actually able to process the last couple of weeks. hope to get another one together soon, but you know. i’m not making any promises i can’t keep. —satpreet