Think about something that will make a person who is slightly addicted to organising events and working as the cultural assistant, fostering a greater connectivity between city and the college community desperate? The cancellation of a long-awaited workshop? Not the worst guess. The closing of a favourite theatre? That is painful, but survivable. There is
The place is Berlin, and the time, the week before spring break. Midterms are almost over! My last assignment to complete before break is the performance project my partner and I prepared for our Intro to Performance Studies course, taught by the awesome Prof. Dr. Nina Tecklenburg. As its title suggests, the first half of
Locked up in my home for the last several weeks, I am missing the banal ecstasies of waking up next to the person I care about. Touch is impossible at the moment, as is casual conversation and the simple pleasure of being in a room together, quietly enjoying their company. Romance is replaced by the dull ache of missing someone: their bed, body, and self. Touch and companionship are gentle necessities, often forgotten or neglected until everyone in the world is feeling forgotten and neglected, and then we’re reminded how much we need each other.
These actions mark a critical and pivotal moment in the story of Western democracy, specifically in the interconnected world of the 21st century. Never before has my generation—a generation that has grown up in the so-called globalized world of “time and space compression” in which everything has become within our grasp—faced a situation where our individual liberties were curtailed for the good of the many.