Dear me (after this quarantine mess is over),
Hi. I hope you’re well. Like really, really well. Like you didn’t get Covid-19 kinda well. I’d like to say a couple things about this time, because you’re going to look back on it and think that it was strange that I existed at this time. Like this was a massive historical event. The entire world stayed indoors, and you were part of it.
At the moment it feels like I’m in a snow-globe looking out. I can see this moment trapped in time. Trapped in history. Like wartime, like other pandemics. Hey, isn’t it weird that you did a dissertation on medical history right before this? Yes, it is.
I feel like in the future I could be recorded talking about this. “Well at the time we didn’t know what was going to happen. We all tuned in every night to hear the Prime Minister speak.” It feels ancient, as if it might be something my grandmother might say when she recounted growing up in wartime Ireland. I probably won’t have children, but this would be the only reason why I would want to. To pass on this touch, this story of how the world stood still, to the next generation. That’s a pretty horrible reason to have kids.
At this point, you’ve been quarantined for 3 weeks. The lockdown was called 5 days ago, I believe (time is shady in the lockdown.) You wake up every morning at 6am and proceed to chill on your phone until you have to start work at 8.30am. You are thankful you don’t have to commute to Canary Wharf. You stretch out and feel the sun on your face. You get to work (the commute is exactly 2 steps to your desk). You sit down, and start a Zoom call. You banter a bit, and get to brainstorming social marketing for the new life we live. Everyone is talking about it. You can’t escape it. It dominates every conversation. You work for a while, then you make lunch. It’s better this way, you think. No buying Leon wraps. Only homemade for me. You go for a walk in the park if you can. The lockdown is better. You don’t feel bad about walking far away so you can avoid people. At nights, you do exercise. This is maybe the healthiest you’ve ever been. Maybe it would be better if it was this way. But then you remember your boyfriend, your friends, and all the family you miss. No, it would be better if it went back to normal.
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