Oh hello Sitting, resting, on the tube, on my lunch break, or after locking my bike, checking my phone and emails appearing, always, out of nowhere, bringing news that can, despite the conformity of form—the vibration, rectangular alert, introductory address (Dear Anne, Hi Anne, Anne)—annoy, transform, that can crush. Here, now, emails—and emails, of course, are just an example, I also mean texting, phone calls, instagram stories—are terrifyingly agnostic to their content. There is no ceremony, no ash, no bow tied email for birthday messages, or bloody daggers introducing an email that hurts. News simply arrives to disrupt the movement of your day.
Vertigo and Innocence
Vertigo and Innocence
Vertigo and Innocence
Oh hello Sitting, resting, on the tube, on my lunch break, or after locking my bike, checking my phone and emails appearing, always, out of nowhere, bringing news that can, despite the conformity of form—the vibration, rectangular alert, introductory address (Dear Anne, Hi Anne, Anne)—annoy, transform, that can crush. Here, now, emails—and emails, of course, are just an example, I also mean texting, phone calls, instagram stories—are terrifyingly agnostic to their content. There is no ceremony, no ash, no bow tied email for birthday messages, or bloody daggers introducing an email that hurts. News simply arrives to disrupt the movement of your day.