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Isolation and the many other feelings associated with a 21st century global pandemic. |
4-22-21 Snow falls like birds of prey and the town has whistled to a stop, saying "It can't be us!" but it can and better than we know. We've become clusters; an isolated public of eyes minus faces and heads without brains, thinking we know everything and many do about nothing. To say I haven't done much recently isn't saying much; it's just that now I've got better excuses and more people to say that to. It's been a long time since my better days, whatever that means, though maybe you can't tell the difference as much as I can. Is it a product of the times, or the timing of my productions? Each time I look out the window I lose track of how much time has passed, and it feels like I always end up back where I started. |
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