"Real Violence" at the Whitney (NYC) I rubbed against the metal railing until it shone, trying to focus on the table and not my clothes. "I should have bought a suit" I thought to myself as I quickly checked one of the IR beacons and rearranged the Occulus Virtual Reality headsets. "You should have packed a suit, damnit." The thought kept returning, tight and stubborn, as the first wave of art world notables pouredinto the gallery space. Somewhere to my left a New Yorker Maga

March 22, 2020. Vancouver, British Columbia. The SkyTrain should have been packed. At seven in the morning on a weekday, downtown-bound cars are normally shoulder-to-shoulder; commuters are braced against each other, headphones in, eyes down. Instead, I was nearly alone. The silence was not pleasant at all. It was the kind that makes you aware of every breath behind a mask. COVID had arrived. Not just speculation, but fact. Essential workers were still needed, and I was one o

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