A sense of futility this week. Another lockdown looms. Days ooze. Time feels weird, like it’s collapsing in on itself. My imagination stretches a few hours—what to make for dinner tonight—but further than that feels mildly painful, like an ache behind my eyes. One night, we watch the movie Babyteeth, and the oddball character, Moses, says, “I’m not read…
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