Quarantine Archive

Quarantine Archive is a new series showcasing quarantine art and creativity from around the world. These are the home movies, paintings, poems etc submitted from bedrooms. Send yours to postscriptmagazine1@gmail.com with the subject: Quarantine Archive

 

Poem-playlist by Jessie Bullard


“Nite Owl” by Chaimihai (taken with disposable film)


“Cluster” by Chaimihai (taken with disposable film)

Independent Film by Joana Amora

Crochet blanket by Katie Glasgow-Palmer

A Quarantine Production from Lubnah Ansari on Vimeo.

Found Poem (1).jpgFound poem by Jessie Bullard

 

Sketches of Us.jpgJournal entry by Jessie Bullard

 

Screen Shot 2020-04-05 at 5.52.03 PM (2).pngJournal entry by Bernice delos Reyes

colorless campus

NYU Abu Dhabi is one of the few university campuses in the world that is still operating. Many students and staff still remain on campus, while struggling to stay safe, retain a sense of community and safeguard both individual and community health. Both the editors of this magazine are part of this community. The following images document, subtly, the emotional and psychological impacts on young students whose lives have been interrupted by the looming virus, as the numbers of cases climb daily by the hundreds. NYUAD is also one of the most diverse campuses in the world; travel restrictions and other realities created by the pandemic, affect various students to different extents. What unites us is the common experience of uncertainty and that we are all somehow still in this space, together.

Processed with VSCO with b5 preset
“I check reported cases daily. I have tabs full of articles open, I know all these facts. I was just reading these diaries from Wuhan before you came over. “

Processed with VSCO with b5 preset
“I stayed up watching anime for six hours”

Processed with VSCO with b5 preset
“It’s my last one – fuck it.”  (shot over Zoom)

Processed with VSCO with b5 preset
“My family’s in Jordan. They’re okay. But a lot of people back home rely on daily wages so the lockdown really affects them. I had never really thought about that before. It makes me feel so bad.”

Processed with VSCO with b5 preset
“They cancelled my flight back home. I don’t know where I’m going to be, really.”

Processed with VSCO with b5 preset
“I look outside to see who’s not wearing a mask.”

Processed with VSCO with b5 preset
The big questions on our minds: is it going to come to campus? What will happen to the borders?

Processed with VSCO with b5 preset
“I’ve been drinking instant coffee every day five minutes after waking up for a zoom class.” “You need to stop doing that, that’s sad.”

Processed with VSCO with b5 preset
“I literally played Subway Surfers for two hours straight. Nothing else! This is terrible. My work!”

Processed with VSCO with b5 preset
My thesis project is all about migration, movement, And suddenly, the whole world’s stopped moving. 

Processed with VSCO with b5 preset
“I’m just going for a smoke with my dinner. This is the highlight of my day.”

Processed with VSCO with b5 preset
“My immune system is crap. I can’t take a single risk.”

Processed with VSCO with b5 preset
“I’m good. I stay inside watching movies on my ceiling.”

Processed with VSCO with b5 preset
There’s something really comforting about laundry machines. The soft, rhythmic whirr, the promise of warm, clean sheets. To help me sleep at night, I listen to a sleepcast on the Headspace app, called  Midnight Laundry.

Processed with VSCO with b5 preset
“There’s a big sticky note on my doorknob saying BARBIJO. It means mask in Spanish, so that I never forget.”

Processed with VSCO with b5 preset
My photography professor asked me: why the fixation with black and white? But that’s how everything feels rights now, I told her. Colorless.

Processed with VSCO with b5 preset
It’s funny how the whole world suddenly understands this feeling of being cramped up and staying in bed and having life reduced down to the smallest tasks, like washing your hair. Everyone’s just trying to manage and do the bare minimum. It’s like all of a sudden they understand a lifestyle that I’ve known for so long. Having depression interrupted so many things for me before; it’s almost like I feel prepared for this. The difference is now more people understand.

Processed with VSCO with b5 preset
I bought an orchid plant at the beginning of senior year and named her Lizzo. She just started blooming again. Sometimes, that fact of her unfurling, again, is the only thing that manages to cut through the fog in my head.

Processed with VSCO with b5 preset
My parents are everything to me. They urged me to come here. I just wanted them to be here when I graduated. I wanted to see the pride and happiness on their faces, and take pictures under the palm trees in my gown and cap.

Processed with VSCO with b5 preset
“Theater students have had to take their capstone projects online. We can’t perform them. I’m full of loss and questions.”

Processed with VSCO with b5 preset
I guess life is monotonous. I don’t do much.

Processed with VSCO with b5 preset
We ended a while ago. It’s been months. I don’t know why every morning, after scrolling over updates for the UAE, I still check the number of cases where he lives.

Processed with VSCO with b5 preset
My dad sends me daily GIFs on messenger, usually of animals or cartoons doing weird dances. I forward them to my roommate and we get a good laugh. 

Processed with VSCO with b5 preset
I’ve started deep listening to albums, and making mini themed playlists. I made a space-themed playlist inspired by my astronomy class. It’s called “moonshine”

Processed with VSCO with b5 preset
One of the highlights of my day is seeing Ravi in the dining hall, one of the cashiers there. We both speak Hindi. He always asks me how I am, always smiles and offers a joke or two. 

Processed with VSCO with b5 preset
Every day I wonder why there are still so many construction workers on-site.

Processed with VSCO with b5 preset
“Oh yeah, everyone’s doing these now.”

Processed with VSCO with b5 preset
As a senior, I wish we had known exactly, that that was gonna be the last time we’d be in a classroom together.

Processed with VSCO with b5 preset
“That book is hot. I would have sex with that book.”

Processed with VSCO with b5 preset
Before lockdown began, I rushed out to buy a yoga mat. I started doing fitness classes on Zoom about a week or so in,  because I noticed my body hurt all the time. I realized I was always crouching, and when I slept I curled up rigidly into a fetus position, putting strain on my neck and back. My therapist says this position is something I go in because I subconsciously feel threatened or anxious. I needed to get loose.

Processed with VSCO with b1 preset
“I’ve been working on making this shelter but it keeps breaking into pieces.” Are you building a home? “I don’t even know.”

Processed with VSCO with b5 preset
“Now I get time to journal. I haven’t done that in ages.”

Processed with VSCO with b5 preset
“I just woke up now. But it’s good. I gotta work.”

Processed with VSCO with b5 preset
“The same song’s been playing for the past 45 minutes. I guess apparently I’m obsessed with it.”

Processed with VSCO with b5 preset
“How do you normally spend your days?” “I guess…I’m on the phone a lot.”

Processed with VSCO with b5 preset
“Shoes off before you enter! This is a virus-free zone.”

Processed with VSCO with b5 preset
“I can hear the conversations of people outside.”

 

All images taken by the author.

You can find more photography, and a continuation of this series, here

Makeup as Healing

I was always late to class because I didn’t want to show my face outside or even leave my bed. My depression and self-loathing weighed me down and I constantly felt as if I was sinking. Painting my face is incredibly symbolic for me; this form of expression brings me light and hope. When thoughts fill my mind of how ugly I am or how I can’t seem to motivate myself to get out of bed, my makeup is the only thing that I can control. Putting on makeup in creative ways brings so much joy to days that can otherwise be dreary and depressing. I’m very bad at vocalizing this feeling and I always worry that friends and professors think I’m stupid or I’m taking the piss by putting so much time into my makeup. But I try not to care about these assumptions and rather focus on working to better this art form and brightening my hard days.

 

 

 

Simone Hadebe is a senior art major at Skidmore College.

bed bugs: a curated playlist

Postscript is starting a new music column called “for the record” – here we’ll be sharing playlists for each issue and other writing and art on the topic of music. All submissions to this column (including Spotify playlists) can be emailed to postscriptmagazine1@gmail.com

bed bugs:
lo-fi/chill songs for lazing in bed & staring out the window during quarantine

https://open.spotify.com/embed/playlist/5DVybFw6GTnuvBFPAqjqxB

Companion

hansol choi 3

frozen in one place
roaming thoughts of lives elsewhere:
view from my window 

room teeming with life
people eat, laugh, talk at once:
my polaroid wall

need for affection
the warmth of quality time:
pet a virtual cat

 

Artwork by Hansol Choi

Meditations in the Room

By Kate Gough

Ikenaga Yasunari

I am in a room
in a bed.
I am here often,
but rarely is it talked about on the news.

The abled are watching,
tweeting like birds
and fighting like racoons
over spare bread and soft paper.
They do not think about their bodies often.
Automaton whirring until a fly creeps in,
that is when the machine stops.
It rarely stops.
These are the days they stop
to think about flesh and bone.
These are the days they call their mothers
over the phone.

I am in a room
in a bed.
I am here often,
but rarely is it talked about on the news.

These days, there is more to lose.
***
A quiet quarantine
in a self-isolated submarine,
deeper and deeper, in between
anxiety and apathy,
they say I’m being selfish
for madness in a time of need.

Panic, they say it’s the worst time.
All the panic before was just practice,
obsessive compulsive sadness.
I am spiralling,
but it’s a bad time.
So I swallow,
I am fine
until I am hollow.

A quiet quarantine
in a self-isolated submarine.
The world doesn’t need more sickness.
The world doesn’t need…

 

Artwork by Ikenaga Yasunari