Archives mensuelles : avril 2020

Station one, day one, condemned to our dens, self-isolation begins, crucified by the thorns of our chosen lives, our own minds, some will whither, some will thrive. Station two, the dining bench has become my work bench. Station three, the … Lire la suite →

Day twenty-four. The isolation used to make me feel invisible and forgotten but now it just makes me normal, and so it began gloriously for me. But as work resumes and real life comes trickling back, I am mentally revolting, … Lire la suite →

Is it strange that I am doing just fine being confined to my little bubble, My Queendom, as I’ve called it many times, and that what I worry about, what I am, in fact, fearful of, is what comes afterward; … Lire la suite →