It seems simple. An insignificant digital gesture. A gentle holding back and leaving space in the wake up an uprising against a long standing system that is leaving people broken, burning and bruised. But to scroll through an image feed, usually so rich with vibrant and diverse artwork, the solidarity is palpable and loud. I cannot know what it is to be in the shoes of even one black life. My daily haze of 2020 heaviness is such a short and mild discomfort when held up to all the lives spent fighting, spent fearful and cut short. We need to know better, to do better, to put in the work.
