March 21. I’ve left the house twice since then. Once I tried walking around the block and once to finally get a Covid-19 test. I don’t have much to say about this time just yet. But I took this picture out the window. After the test, I asked to be driven around the long way home, just to get to see a little more.
Ordered prints, a bunch of prints really, to be able to sift through places and experiences. And my bed got moved so it overlooks a widow. I’ve witnessed the moon cycle at least twice. I’ve watched the leaves bud and unfurl. I’ve let the breeze take me to these past moments. These things I’ve done alone, though in my mind, you’re always along.
It’s hard to understand that this was a month ago… That I’m on day 19 of mostly being in bed. I’d love to day this time of sickness has bright clarity or bright ideas but so far, I’ve been too sick to think of much more than breathing. Hold fast dear ones, hold fast.
yearbook find from 1999. What would you tell yourself twenty years from now?
What amazes me most about Rent is how relevant it is, decades later. ️ No day but today
