Day 10 of quarantine and we learn the schools will be shut until May 1. Blue sky endless out the front window. Leela’s Zoom call with classmates, and V’s con call, audible in the quiet moments in between Tame Impala’s chorus and verse. Each day slips into the other and I am unsure what to do to differentiate or if we should.
I never thought I would see another time as surreal as the days and weeks post 9/11, yet here we are. Living in a dystopian novel. This is not the apocalypse we were promised. And yet it will spin on, life unspooling with trappings of modern life, Zoom calls, Google hangouts, discord.