“In such a world of conflict, a world of victims and executioners, it is the job of thinking people, not to be on the side of the executioners.”- Camus
I am not supposed to write this, I think. I am supposed to write only that this will pass and on the other side, we will all be fine, and the little worlds we lived in will go on as they had, the little worlds of not overthinking each entrance into a store, each touch of a handle outside my home, each meeting with someone other than my wife. I […]
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I’m going to write about reading during the time of the Virus but the Virus itself makes it feel as if reading is superfluous, as if we should be gathering at hospitals in groups and emptying bedpans, cooking meals in mass kitchens for the workers, sitting with the sick who have no family, not conducting our abnormal normal lives with a book in hand, occasionally slinking off to a deserted […]
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A Beast: With the parks closed, I walk anywhere I can find space for the dogs and me. A mile stretch of back road takes us along wetlands and meadows that fall to the French Creek. I keep my head turned in their direction both coming and going, and I let my eyes drift for movement. I remember a movie I watched long ago, a black and white WW II […]
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Especially now, I remember that I am an animal and have spent all my life with others of the species. At the Pet Food store, some of the employees are under stress. Yesterday a customer came up and stood within a foot of another in line, was asked to please step back and instead went into a cursing tirade about “her rights” and the “fing stupidity of all this standing […]
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