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Needless to say that time feels like something completely different these days, even while I can thankfully still fully rely on my work to keep my days filled with tasks and my mind busy enough making decisions so as not to ruminate on apocalyptic B-movie scenarios.
But it’s becoming increasingly difficult to stop the passing days from melding into a continuum of isolation, not knowing for sure when we’ll be allowed again to mark moments through touches of the hand, embraces, kisses, the revelry of concerts surrounded by crowds, the euphoria of finishing a race you’re been training for so arduously, the excitement of seeing a new land.
Every now and then, someone asks me how many days it’s been and I find myself having to start counting because it seems surreal that I’m closing to a month since the last the last time I was carefree and had the luxury of sitting in a pub, enjoying a glass of gin and enjoying the company of another human being in the flesh. It’s also been two weeks since I was able to get my thoughts to sit still long enough for my fingers to mold them into a sensible shape.
I resisted turning this blog into a ‘pandemic diary’, but I think I’ve just been avoiding the unavoidable. My mind wanders down such random alleyways that I suspect one would only be able to categorize the following weeks’ posts as either ‘pandemic diary’ entries or some hard-to-decipher, weak attempt at stream of consciousness writing. In order no to chip away at my ego more than is the habit, I decided to go with the first option.
Today I glanced in the mirror and thought to myself that by the time the lockdown is over I’ll probably look like a mix between a modern-day Rapunzel and white-streaked Rogue. Still undecided whether photographic evidence is to be provided to the wider public or not.