Feel that?
That heaviness?
That's the barometric pressure of an incoming election, and the anxiety of not knowing how it will turn out. See that other thing, off in the distance? That's calm and clarity at the end of an impossible year — what T.S. Eliot called "the still point of the turning world."
That's a ways off. So we wait. And while we wait — in line to vote on Nov. 3, for the results of an election that may not be decided on Nov. 3, for a vaccine, to return physically to classrooms, to enter a movie theater, to see loved ones again — while we wait for something resembling normal to return to everyday life, here's a bit of Chicago history that's rattling in my head:
At the Museum of Contemporary Art in 1975, the performance artist Chris Burden asked for a 4-foot-by-8-foot sheet of glass and told the curator he would lie on the gallery floor beneath it. Dennis O'Shea, now the museum's manager of technical production, says Burden handed the MCA a statement that he was placing his life into their hands.
"He expected the museum to throw him out," O'Shea recalls. "And they didn't."
So Burden lay there, waiting.
And the audience filtered past, waiting.