This covers the week of 3/29/20 - 4/4/20.
The convenience store is a cube of white light on a dark street. A masked cashier listens to 80s rock while staring out the window.
In every building on the block, people are at their windows cheering on healthcare workers. They shout, clap, whoop, bang on pots, and blow on trumpets and recorders. Overall, it's a cheerful sound, but I can't help thinking of jail inmates banging their metal cups against the bars.
This feels like a lost springtime. There are blossoming trees and other kinds of loveliness, but it all seems out of reach, as if it's in a parallel world.
Streets emptier and sirens more prevalent.
A magnolia blossom cradled in the split trunk of a tree.
restlessnessI don't know where I want to walk. I just walk.
He wears gloves every time he needs to open a door. With a gloved hand he also pulls down his mask and scratches his face.