The Big Blur is my personal log of passing time. Pandemic time, election counting time: you shake like rattle in a baby’s clutch, in all directions, prompted by reflex instead of control, distracting. I have just killed twenty minutes of my precious life shooting foam bullets from a nerf gun at the unstoppable squirrel who continues to raid the bird feeder.
My friend Erin Gafill, Big Sur artist, writer and beloved human being, wrote her observation of these strange days. “Everybody is cheating the clock.” I know what she means.