I Remember Day 04

Without federal direction, I remember that Day 04 was our first real day of self-quarantine. We made appointments for ourselves, just to get out of the house: we went to the laundromat, we went for a walk around the neighborhood, we visited a drop box and donated clothing. We preserved our sanity by walking and taking the open air. I brought the camera.

Here, the globe is bisected by a foreign and obfuscating mark.

Here, the globe is bisected by a foreign and obfuscating mark.

A jarring, perhaps toxic artifact. It’s not so much that it’s a bloody rag but moreso that someone was in such duress that it was discarded and left on the sidewalk for an indeterminate amount of time, and avoided by everyone that had passed in the …

A jarring, perhaps toxic artifact. It’s not so much that it’s a bloody rag but moreso that someone was in such duress that it was discarded and left on the sidewalk for an indeterminate amount of time, and avoided by everyone that had passed in the interval.