I’m sitting 4,000 miles away, watching the city I love through a screen. For weeks, my days were swallowed by doom-scrolling — refreshing feeds, scanning headlines, bracing for the next alert. It’s a particular kind of helplessness, being so far from the people and streets that shaped you while you watch events unfold in real…
Welcome to Fields from the Resistance — a small corner of the Patchwork of Resistance where we’ll be gathering notes from our observations as the projects unfold. This website is a first for us. We’ve built it from scratch and are learning as we go, so it may feel a little rough around the edges…