A Year Later
These days have taken on a surreal aspect. The outlines are familiar, but the edges are blurring, changing; details melting into the background. I'm standing outside of it, looking at a strange, yet familiar landscape. I've been here before. A half-dozen times when the world was cut out from under me, when everything that had been, no longer was. Updated: March 20, 2021 I started this post a year ago today. Wrote it, and never posted it. I looked at it, read it, re-wrote it, re-read it. I had a hundred reasons for not finishing it, for not posting it. In large part, it was because I was lucky enough to have been one of the fortunate ones. I haven't lost my job. On March 20, 2020, I was on my way back home from the office with my computer hardware in the front seat of the Miata, taking it home so I could set up my "office" in one of the spare bedrooms, where I have continued to work for the last year. I didn't post this because, after all, what di