{"id":2521,"date":"2026-06-16T19:00:22","date_gmt":"2026-06-16T23:00:22","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.catherinewhite.com\/roughideas\/?p=2521"},"modified":"2026-06-16T19:00:22","modified_gmt":"2026-06-16T23:00:22","slug":"16-summer-shards-2026","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.catherinewhite.com\/roughideas\/2026\/06\/16\/16-summer-shards-2026\/","title":{"rendered":"#16 summer shards 2026"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Recently, I came across some hand drawn maps I had made for my parents. By drawing these maps I was charting my own life as well as aiming to communicate the geography to my New York City based parents of the life Warren and I were imagining. I was not sure they understood the lines that connected the rolling hills of Virginia to their urban artist existence. The tentacles of our love enticed them to visit and once here they understood the water, dirt, and light. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image alignwide size-large\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"1024\" height=\"634\" src=\"https:\/\/www.catherinewhite.com\/roughideas\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/06\/WAF1577-1024x634.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-2522\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.catherinewhite.com\/roughideas\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/06\/WAF1577-1024x634.jpg 1024w, https:\/\/www.catherinewhite.com\/roughideas\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/06\/WAF1577-300x186.jpg 300w, https:\/\/www.catherinewhite.com\/roughideas\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/06\/WAF1577-768x476.jpg 768w, https:\/\/www.catherinewhite.com\/roughideas\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/06\/WAF1577-1536x951.jpg 1536w, https:\/\/www.catherinewhite.com\/roughideas\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/06\/WAF1577-2048x1268.jpg 2048w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 1024px) 100vw, 1024px\" \/><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\"><strong>Maps<br><em>for Marcelo<\/em><\/strong><br><br>Some maps have blue borders<br>like the blue of your name<br>or the tributary lacing of<br>veins running through your<br>father\u2019s hands. &amp; how the last<br>time I saw you, you held<br>me for so long I saw whole<br>lifetimes flooding by me<br>small tentacles reaching<br>for both our faces. I wish<br>maps would be without<br>borders &amp; that we belonged<br>to no one &amp; to everyone<br>at once, what a world that<br>would be. Or not a world<br>maybe we would call it<br>something more intrinsic<br>like forgiving or something<br>simplistic like river or dirt.<br>&amp; if I were to see you<br>tomorrow &amp; everyone you<br>came from had disappeared<br>I would weep with you &amp; drown<br>out any black lines that this<br>earth allowed us to give it\u2014<br>because what is a map but<br>a useless prison? We are all<br>so lost &amp; no naming of blank<br>spaces can save us. &amp; what<br>is a map but the delusion of<br>safety? The line drawn is always<br>in the sand &amp; folds on itself<br>before we\u2019re done making it.<br>&amp; that line, there, south of<br>el rio, how it dares to cover<br>up the bodies, as though we<br>would forget who died there<br>&amp; for what? As if we could<br>forget that if you spin a globe<br>&amp; stop it with your finger<br>you\u2019ll land it on top of someone<br>living, someone who was not<br>expecting to be crushed by thirst\u2014<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">\u2014Yesenia Montilla, <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Recently, I came across some hand drawn maps I had made for my parents. By drawing these maps I was charting my own life as well as aiming to communicate the geography to my New York City based parents of the life Warren and I were imagining. I was not sure they understood the lines [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-2521","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-rough-ideas"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.catherinewhite.com\/roughideas\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2521","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.catherinewhite.com\/roughideas\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.catherinewhite.com\/roughideas\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.catherinewhite.com\/roughideas\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.catherinewhite.com\/roughideas\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2521"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.catherinewhite.com\/roughideas\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2521\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2523,"href":"https:\/\/www.catherinewhite.com\/roughideas\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2521\/revisions\/2523"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.catherinewhite.com\/roughideas\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2521"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.catherinewhite.com\/roughideas\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2521"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.catherinewhite.com\/roughideas\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2521"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}