July 23, 2023

A year ago this date, I was diagnosed with Covid-19.  I was horrified that I was infectious while away from home and traveling. I hope I didn’t kill anyone. Perhaps that Karma was realized through suffering 3 days of  hallucinations and confusion while I was alone on the ranch with only the television, the dog plus the cats, and frequent check up text messages reorienting me. A year later I’m still processing that week last July. The spector hovering near me. My careful trips down the steps into the yard. 

I wish I could be alive 75-100 years from now to see the art created because of the pandemic and the global collective trauma. I can only imagine the future’s interpretation of the Pandemic Stories told through film, visual art, theater, and music. Every human on this planet has a pandemic story. Sure, there will be collective archetypes to the story, but each will be unique. Hell, my interpretation of the pandemic changed day by day.