This year during Coronavirus, alone at home with family, an apple and honey and a Machzor, this painted memory by Mayer Kirshenblatt is even more dream-like than it was last year. The memory builds upon the passage of time and spatial dislocation. The feeling of judgment it carries and that carries it are maybe more intense this year, even messianic. Shana tova u’metuka!

(h/t Barbara Kirshenblatt-Gimblett) Mayer Kirshenblatt, Rosh Hashanah in the synagogue in Opatów (Apt), from They Called Me Mayer July: Painted Memories of a Jewish Childhood in Poland before the Holocaust. http://www.mayerjuly.com]]