despair feels like the obvious
default option when every day brings
another twist on the kaleidoscope of catastrophe—
climate, politics, economy, &c—all of it
exacerbated by the
isolation imposed by covid-19 precautions and
shutdowns. so it's
been a boon to have a monthly DJ set at SPASM,
a well-regulated outdoor
flea market in south park organized by
stalwart josh okrent. it's an
opportunity to get
lost in music and enjoy
chance encounters with friendly randos. this
month's installment had
already been postponed due to smoke and it looked
like the curse would continue as clouds threatened
and then delivered a
downpour just as these
bellydancers started their
performance. instead of dampening their
spirits,
they exulted in the intensity of the deluge. their
joy was contagious, kept a potentially discouraging
turn from spiraling
downward, a reminder that it's against a backdrop of
adversity that creativity, community, and
celebration shine brightest.
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