Quarantine Days Life has inertia. It rolls on even when we tell it to stop. I make pictures and tell stories, and that keeps me busy and gives me a sense of purpose in the world. But now, that world has gone away. We told it to come to an end a couple of weeks ago and it did. It makes sense, of course, it just doesn’t “make sense” to the me that does things. I’ve been struggling in this new world, afraid every minute I’m going to make a miss-step and die but finding it necessary to go out...
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