Solid-state capitalism on York Avenue

Scene from last night’s dream: I told my beloved if she gave me a fork and a knife, I’d follow her straight to hell. She handed me a spoon.

More Americans have died from the coronavirus in two months than in the Vietnam War. Because we measure everything in war: crime, terror, drugs, poverty, and disease. There was news about a possible medical breakthrough this afternoon, a promising trial study that boosted the stock market. I keep thinking about 9/11, how one terrible day was compounded into trillions spent, tens of thousands dead, and a new surveillance state. Even if this pandemic fades soon, what will it leave in its wake?

Night walk to the corner bodega and I nearly forgot to wear my bandana. A man on the corner said nobody knows the pain of rejection like Jesus.

Each night in 2020, I wrote a short post for a series called Notes From the End of a World because I wanted to etch these days into my memory. Before the world changed completely.
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