Home

Masked June

I returned to work on June 1st with the intention of embracing what I could not change. I wore a mask that read “breathe” and I thought about George Floyd and Breonna Taylor while cleaning toilets. Feeling tiny and ineffectual in the midst of seismic global change.

I decided to wear a mask in order to acknowledge the very real fear that many people are experiencing. I hoped that it was a comfort to them. It proved to be isolating and dehumanizing for me. With nuances, mouthed words, and micro expressions hidden; I felt a loss of connection with people.

And then my boss and friend offered me a lifeline in the form of a clear plastic shield.

SUBSCRIBE TO OUR NEWSLETTER