By GB
I’m lost somewhere in the curve-ball that Corona has created.
I look for the steady markers of daily life – deadlines still loom; emails are still received – and sent; my morning alarm still sounds; the sun still rises – and sets.
Life continues.
That is to say, my life continues.
That is to say, my living, breathing body continues.
…What of life beyond a body? I wonder.
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I try, and fail, to find a footing.
I try again.
I’m getting to know my neighbours. Albeit through faceless technology. Names I have never met. Voices I have never heard.
One of them serenades our locked-down lunchtimes with a musical performance. I’m further down the street, I catch notes here and there and smile.
…What of melodies beyond a tune?
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Someone I love lost someone they love today. It brings it closer to home.
I worry they won’t be the last; or the closest.
A collective reality becomes personal.
…What of life beyond all of this?