Days of isolation. Tinned food and frozen vegetables. News anchors in medical masks talking about intensive care units at maximum capacity. Drones patrolling the streets of Madrid, ordering people to go home. Remain indoors. What is this?
I feel like I am living in one of those apocalyptic TV shows I used to watch all the time. Feels different when it’s, you know, actually happening.
Soon, bars and restaurants will close. Cinemas and theatres will go silent. People will go without wages, landlords without rents, banks without mortgages. The world will press Pause while we wrestle the pandemic.
I only hope it blows over soon.
We stay inside, writing, reading, drawing, watching movies. Checking in on friends and family. So far, so good, and for that, we are grateful.