After all, as Camus reminds us, plague never really dies.
Category: Dispatches from a Pandemic
All night long I replayed the five minutes we had spent at this tourist attraction, trying to remember if I had gotten close to any strangers
My wife, who is usually in charge of buying groceries, seemed perplexed by some of my purchases for outlasting the apocalypse.
How does one “shelter in place” when one has limited shelter?
In the city that some used to call the Seattle of Italy, nowadays you can only overdose on poetry.
The coronavirus has made me feel more connected to the world than I have felt in a long time.
What if, having escaped Hitler, Gidon is killed by a microscopic bug?
Each panel felt a little like The Decameron, where we listened and told stories while the weight of the plague swung over us like a poorly-anchored chandelier.
“Love As The World Ends”
“If This Next Apocalypse Gets Canceled Or Postponed”
“Would you like to go for a dinner, let’s say in one or two months, if restaurant will be reopened by that time?” I imagine he would ask.
