A softer world

Seeking out softness in the space between basketball's arbitrary binaries, and in the day-to-day.

Since I’ve been home, and more in the past week, I’ve found myself seeking out softness. Visually, by letting my eyes blur over the jocund piles of pumpkins spilling out of milk crates and stacked high in cardboard boxes in front of the neighbourhood’s fruit markets, their curves and lumpy ridges so affably tactile just to look at. Watching videos of my…