been sitting here thinking about how Covid is this thing we all experienced and, for many, are still experiencing. I’m in a Jimmy Johns where the tables in the back have never been made ready to use. They store things there now. It feels like the remnants of a very bad time. We will see more writing about this. It will impact how we do zombie, etc. I think it will blossom into another all too true genre of fiction to write about pandemic life from different angles.
first we need to psychologically recover from what we’ve been through. I don’t know if we are trying to do that. I know I haven’t found the words or even tried really. I need to tell that story one day myself.
some thoughts:
- There is a cereal bar in Goodyear, Arizona
- I saw a youth football practice today. I looked away as if I am addicted. Perhaps I am. No.. I am.