This is not a book blog, but I seem to come here to talk about books more often than I used to. There are so many thoughts I want to hold on to, and so few opportunities to share them with people, and sometimes, of course, sharing them leaves me feeling more vulnerable than I entirely wish to feel, especially when the subject is progressive and the revelations I'm marveling over may not strike others as particularly compelling.

I've just finished reading There's a Revolution Outside, My Love, a collection of letters, essays, and poetry responding to this last year of plague and protest. I enjoyed almost all of the selections, but there were a couple concepts in particular that struck me as significant.

( The first arose in Sofian Merabet's 'Be Safe Out There'... )