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."















