As the world began to open again, we were proud. We’d done a good job. Then you came.
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Tag: coronavirus
The ground was frozen. Her body became the same.
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Maybe if I’m busy thinking about COVID-19, I won’t have room to think about the living, screaming person that will soon detach itself from my own person.
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My wife, who is usually in charge of buying groceries, seemed perplexed by some of my purchases for outlasting the apocalypse.
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In the city that some used to call the Seattle of Italy, nowadays you can only overdose on poetry.
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The coronavirus has made me feel more connected to the world than I have felt in a long time.
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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.
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“Love As The World Ends”
“If This Next Apocalypse Gets Canceled Or Postponed”
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“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.
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Another Chicago Magazine 