“Glitch In the Matrix” - featured in the 2020 wrap up article for iD Magazine
If I have to hear the new normal one more time…..
Inertia describes the resistance of an object to change and in some ways, the human brain is the same. Change is uncomfortable and disorienting. In 2020 when the world completely changed, we all clung to the idea of normalcy. To find normal in something that couldn’t be farther from it. And as time goes on, it’s become clear that normal is still a long way away.
This 9-part photo essay series titled “If I have to hear the ‘new normal’ one more time” features 9 images taken in 2020, focusing on the year through the eyes of young adults.
Science is not infallible. And it is not immortal. What we prove to be true changes as we progress and learn more. To be a part of science is to recognise that you will never know everything.
But we forget this sometimes. And with that, the natural progression of science can be perceived as misleading.
Once perceptions are formed they are remarkably difficult to shift. The louder you yell, the fewer people seem to really hear you. Just take a look at face masks during 2020 to see one small example.
Science is not infallible but it is the absolute best that we have.
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Like most iPhone users, every Sunday I get this notification at 9:00am. From March to July of 2020 I would watch the hours slowly creep up each week. The internet became both a source of stress and relief at the same time. From doom scrolling in the morning to escaping via random TikTok videos in the evening. There is a limit to how much information the human brain can process. When we overload it, perspective is replaced with a constant panic, guilt, and an inability to focus. Maybe this is why we feel like time seems to have dissolved into a black hole. The internet seems like an escape, but most of the time it’s more draining than existing in the world without it.
Normal is relative. Life keeps moving whether you are ready for it or not.
Earlier in the year,
through the quiet empty streets,
I saw a young child
chasing a feather,
running after it in complete joy.
Blissfully unaware of the world around them.
No matter what, life keeps moving and there is joy in that.
