Days filled with golden spring light.
On the news, the directors of health are saying that it’s working — that social isolation is lowering the death count.
Maybe summer 2020 will be a viable thing for the collective pursuit of basic human pleasures.
I had a dream last night where chunks of my gums fell out in my mouth and I spit them. Then my dream-nose started to bleed and I couldn’t stop it.
In the supermarkets people speak muffled through masks. At night it’s so quiet.
I wonder if someday I will miss all of this time to do nothing but wait.
I wonder who we will be after this.
From the Epicenter 