We go to the stores, and the shoppers all look like bandits, their features hidden behind masks, faceless bodies milling around. We go online to meet our work colleagues and all we see are faces. No bodies.
This is life during lockdown, during restriction, during a time of confusion, fear and limited freedom. And these are the letters I wrote during that time.† It is still that time.
We are in the midst of the tenth plague, as described in the book of Exodus.
March 2020
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Something is broken and the only way to mend the broken thing is with the broken thing itself.
April 2020
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