. . . and thoughts come in verse.
'PATIENCE & FORTITUDE FOR ALL NEW YORKERS' —— Library Sign The stone lion at the gate wears a mask like mine. This is where I used to wait for books that bind, that put my mind at ease—— I cracked them as I please. Now I hurry home, recalling kind librarians, when suddenly a multitude of loud contrarians stop me on my way. Bold, crude, pledged to death, they claim, unmasked, the right to kill me with their breath.
Postscript: March 5 — Unmasked: When Identity Politics Turns Deadly
“The coronavirus variants that cause Covid-19 are spread largely by airborne droplets, and wearing masks drastically reduces the variants’ spread. So not wearing a mask is an act of reckless endangerment, not so much of yourself — although masks appear to provide some protection to the wearer — as of other people. Covering our faces while the pandemic lasts would appear to be simple good citizenship, not to mention an act of basic human decency.” —Paul Krugman, NYT
PPS: March 7 —
CURRENT CONDITIONS Four-mile walk double masked fogged-up glasses gloves and hat—— I’m a walking mummy. Too bold? Too old? Too stoned? Whistling past you know what would be too much. The dread of being miserably terminated in deserted streets has diminished from nightmarish to merely uncomfortable.
