Brain Fog

Have you ever driven on a foggy morning?  Diffuse grey light wraps around trees, utility poles and buildings.  No hard edges to alert you.  Are you traveling fast? Or slowly?  Time is compressed, attenuated or smoothed out.  Your brain eventually tricks you into seeing black and white dots swimming in the fuzzy air.

Pandemic is like that.  Time becomes flat and we are all dots floating in space.  Getting nowhere fast.  Or slowly.

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Quiet Like Sunday

Listen.

Quiet like Sunday on the first of Spring.  No traffic, no voices, no airplanes.  Only birdsong or a dog barking.

Listen.

Humanity withdraws and the world settles into silence.  People in houses gaze through closed windows.  They can hear sunlight drip off buildings and roar down empty streets.

Listen.

Image by Harrison Fulop

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