ZHIVAN FLORENCE
ZHIVAN FLORENCE
The Fever
based on the play by Wallace Shawn
But I love the violin. I love the music, the dancers, everything I touch, everything I see.
And I see the whole world laid out like a map in four dimensions—all the land, the people, the moments of time—today, yesterday.
And at each particular moment I can see that the world has a certain very particular ability to produce the things that people need:
there's a certain quantity of land that's ready to be farmed, a certain particular number of workers, a certain stock of machinery, a stock of ideas about how to do things
how to organize all the ones who will work. And each day's capacity seems somehow so small.
It's fixed, determinate. Every part of it is fixed. And I can see all the days that have happened already, and on each one of them, a determinate number
of people worked, and a determinate portion of all the earth's resources was drawn up and used, and a determinate little pile of goods was produced.
So small: across the grid of infinite possibility, this finite capacity, distributed each day.
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Photographers:
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Paul Ratje—Reuters
Tonje Thilesen for TIME
Ethan Noah Roy
Nam Y. Huh for the Associated PressAP Photo/Evgeniy Maloletka
John Shearer
Marco Longari/AFP/Getty Images
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