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The Chinese takeout spots along First Avenue have pulled up their metal shutters. The florist is open.

New York City

Symbols

We might remember crouching on the sidewalk, frantically trying to gather the teeth falling from our mouths—not the circumstances that led us there.

New York City

Grass

We spent a few hours in the park because it’s almost possible to forget this pandemic while hiding in the grass beneath a tree.

New York City

May 14, 2020

An otherworldly landscape of alkaline and soda towers surrounded flat waters without a single ripple.

New York City

Remember

I’m writing these things down tonight because I want to look back in a few months and see if any of these dire predictions came true.

New York City

Scramble

Someone down the hall has been practicing “New York, New York” on their piano for the past hour.

New York City

Next

The triggers for fear are largely universal: loud noises, fast-moving objects, and the sudden loss of orientation. The loss of orientation has been sudden this year.

New York City

May 10, 2020

I find solace in these instructions from Epictetus: do not say something is lost, only that it is returned.

New York City

Season

Time feels like an increasingly fictional concept as these weeks and months bleed into one very long day.

New York City

May 8, 2020

“I will create a world from the past,” she said, and she painted an audience on the walls and danced for them every Saturday night.

New York City

May 7, 2020

“Everything’s a mystery and I’m just another small part of it,” said a woman at a gas station in Barstow.

New York City

March 6, 2020

It’s becoming a nightly habit: scrolling through desert scenery while fantasizing about horizons, speed, and possibilities.

New York City

Options

People keep talking about a return to “normal,” as if there’s such a thing.

Michigan

Coherence

My grandmother was tradition personified, a west side Polish Catholic who served Saturday night dinners of kielbasa and fried smelt.

New York City

Scold

There are advertisements on street corners and bus stops for events that will never occur.

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