27/03/2020
Today's the 19th day of restricted movement in Milan. The occasional walk to the grocery store has become loaded with meaningful experiences. For 7 years I've passed this tree almost every day, giving it not more than a glance. Today, instead, I stopped and just looked at it for what was probably 2 minutes. A few people passed and slowed as they arched their path around me, curious if I saw a bird or a shoe or something, but not so curious to stop and ask, most likely to avoid small talk during these infectious times. But, because of my unusual visit, this tree will now mean something for me. Its sheer mass is impressive and emanates a sturdy strength, yet also a fragile strength. I can see it has lived through a lot; it’s scarred with violent marks, it's missing large limbs, it looks as if it has been wounded by disease. But it’s surviving. It’s been anchored here, I’d guess for more than 100 years, unable to move except for very slowly, vertically, and very slowly gaining girth. True restricted movement. But what resilience.