This is the last day of the longest month many of us have ever known. I stood in a Soviet line outside a Walgreens, waiting for somebody to exit so I could enter. I paid for my cans of food by pecking a Q-tip on a touchscreen. Mayonnaise is sold out everywhere for self-care reasons. Don’t shake out your dirty laundry, the television says. You might release a viral cloud. Tonight a nightly news anchor broadcasted from his basement because he’s infected now.

Andy Stott – We Stay Together

From We Stay Together | Modern Love, 2011 | More

A slow-motion chug for these long days.

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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