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A Quarantine Dream

So, things, as they do, moved on. Weeks tumbled by. When you are inside and screen-bound for months, days aren’t so much days as they are a mixed but unchanging bag of moments, actions, thoughts, that you grab from. You can throw the handful up in the air, and the pieces will land randomly on the board, sure, but the pieces are so few that you really only get some negligent rearrangement of things, rather than an actually divisibly different “day."

 

Maybe you’ll shit after waking up as opposed to making coffee, and then after the shitting, you’ll turn the TV on, and after a bit the stink of your mouth will remind you to brush your teeth, once that’s done, then comes the coffee, and you’ll return to the screen and lie Roman Emperor-grape-eating style on the dead woman’s couch until you realize your stomach is empty, and then perhaps you’ll eat. Tomorrow, the coffee will be first, the shit second, etc. Maybe tomorrow the sun will already be down, rather than setting, when you rise.

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