Christina has been on our walls for as long as I can remember. (She seemed to have vanished when MoMA reopened, but no: I found her carved on a pumpkin near the film desk.) At a time when our world is flipped upside-down, she’s an anchor, an enduring presence—an angel, perhaps. While we are confined between apartment walls, boundless space extends before her. She never looks back, however often I visit her (weekly, just before my shift). But one day, I know, our gazes will meet.

Submitted by Keith Daly, Volunteer