Quarantine is weird. Super mega weird. Ultra frickin wack. It happened all of a sudden, no warning, and now a ton of us are back in our childhood bedrooms? Living in homes we’ve been away from? Or maybe we’re still in Westwood or maybe we’ve gone to stay with partners, friends, or relatives. Or maybe our housing situations are unstable or maybe we have been unhoused. Wherever you are things are weird. It gets harder every day to write, to make art, to do school, to eat even. It’s hard to do anything. Many of us have found an outlet of expression in FEM, but how does that function when we have a million things to say but no way of making our brains function long enough to say them? Within our Arts and Creative section, we’ve been talking a lot in meetings about how we’re feeling or ways of coping or kimchi making habits (thanks Charlie). I suggested a low commitment piece we could all contribute to— a collection of journal entries, doodles, paintings, photos taken in quarantine, all smooshed shloshed and globbed together to serve as a virtual time capsule of a very weird time. So here it is! Here is our capsule! Here is our feelings and smushy globby things squishing around inside us! We hope this brings you some sense of comfort in knowing that other people at this moment in time also feel WEIRD. — Savannah Spatafora
Thanks to Savannah Spatafora for editing the images for this article.