in public

The sweet smell of roasting capsicums is wafting into the study, and I’m struggling to find a coherent voice in which I can write about all the stuff that’s going on right now. A lot of my work with Storybox was about negotiating distinctions between public and private spaces, and it’s ironic that in the midst of it I found myself incapable of blogging. Now that the project is over, I’ll have to slowly take stock. Suffice to say that I’ve been continually amazed at people’s courage to share intense stories, and that what I always expected to be an ambivalent process has tied me in a bunch of ethical knots.