sanctimonious traces a period between 2020-21, when illness, mortality, and mourning was constant.

A virus takes more than could be imagined. Police snatch a few. Detroit is my vantage point. To remain, I measure breath, measure steps, measure my disgust. Daily scenes, seen through screens, are a bitter pill. The remains are a few micro stories, meditations, flipbooks, tangents, snapshots of repetitive walks, recast as circular thoughts.