More quarantine musings. Yesterday I went out for another walk. It felt good to move, although the snow makes it difficult to get past people. A woman went by, talking on her phone. She let out a long breath as she passed. Sometimes I think about the molecules of scent. If I can smell someone,… Continue reading what is love
40 seems to be one of those numbers. It’s mentioned in religion – a period of fasting, waiting, testing. Quarantino against the plague – 40 days before those who might be infected could come ashore in Italy in the 1400s. A time for preparation. I’ve been meaning to start some kind of quarantine journal. But… Continue reading Quarantine from normal.