Sunset: 4:35pm. Tonight the moon is full. “When you do something, you should burn yourself completely, like a good bonfire, leaving no trace of yourself.”
Sunset: 6:26pm. A waxing crescent moon. The weather is too chipper. I crave gloom, damp leaves on the sidewalk, and a chilly breeze.
The Stand brought me back to teenage nights of staying awake into the small hours with a flashlight, promising myself just one more chapter.
Thinking about the blurry line between media consumption and my soul.
Maybe we’ll have a vaccine soon. Maybe the president will poison himself. Things can go either way these days.
The Chinese takeout spots along First Avenue have pulled up their metal shutters. The florist is open.
Maybe I should work on my resume. Instead, I press on with reading The Plague, dropping the book every few pages to marvel at its resonance.
My eyes stutter and loop through the words before me because my attention span has been chewed up by the news.
