Tag: lockdown diaries
There are many strange and scary things about this pandemic. About this year more broadly, too. But on the strange side, there’s the way the mundane, the ordinary, the unconscious, becomes at best unwieldy, and at worst nigh impossible. A simple outing, today, planned well within the rules of Stage 4 lockdown. My bike wheel […]
It’s an old conversation now, rife with misinformation and half-baked platitudes. But there is a loss of the moment when you’re swept along by the stream.
Sun streams in through the window. I’ve left the light off today: for some reason the sunlight is enough. The driveway is being dug up, so the door to my study is closed, and my noise-cancelling headphones are nestled over my ears. In my head, for once, things are relatively calm. I’m working through a […]