eyes

Day 28: Eyes Without A Face

  With it being a holiday weekend, which was already an emotional struggle for most lonely single people, even in the best of the pre-pandemic glory days, and finding myself running a bit low on the necessities of life, I knew that I must face the inevitable and begin the preparations for a shopping run into the dangerous wild of an infected City of Wayne. That meant, of course, masking up.  And the diligent use of rapidly diminishing disinfectant supplies, while concurrently running the mental routine of constantly practicing the cadenced reminders of “don’t touch your face, don’t touch your face, don’t touch your face”. I arrived cautiously at the store, only to discover a veritable mob of Covidiots all herding around.  Not many people seem …

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typer

Day 27: I Didn’t Read the News Today, Oh Boy…

I stayed intentionally unplugged today from a flat-lining world, forsaking the usual crawl of hyperbolic news pages and gruesome graphics of the neatly collated body count for the peace and chilled April rhythm of another springtime day in the City of Wayne.  I intentionally isolated myself from the isolation, choosing to instead spend a day with intermittent sunshine on my face and typewriter-inspired silliness inside my head.  It was a long overdue mental oasis from the constant storms of doom and gloom threatening, the gloved and masked madness still running wildly unchecked through our socially-distanced streets. It felt good to be momentarily free from the worry of a world caught crashing down.  The air here was filled with the soothing hum of familiar, comforting music and …

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