Things get quite dark. Life feels like it’s forever changed and may never return to pre-covid in my lifetime even though part of me hopes/doesn’t believe that’s true. Uncertainty, anxiety, fear become commonplace. When will this end? Will there be a breakthrough? Will the deaths begin to decline given one person every 42 seconds now in NYC. Cities declare things may be closed until July. Can we really do this like this til then? Three weeks feels much longer than that. I felt more alone and went down unfriendly rabbit holes. Mind rioting takes on a whole new level of understanding. It’s all too much to take in.
Week was harder to get out. Few days of solid rain, cold, more rain. The outside bits do reveal construction - like every single project the city ever dreamed of doing is happening. Buildings continue to be built (though how this is essential is incomprehensible), spring blooms begin to reveal a shape and color.
