Notes on the Grippe

Being an accounting of the recent and continuing pandemic and its various circumstances, from the perspective of an inhabitant of the regions lately called the Lost Quarter. Dates unknown.

Day Two

The dread is omnipresent; I no longer even notice it. But it is nothing like I imagined it would be. It doesn’t occupy my thoughts in any substantial way. Rather it is just there, mostly beneath the placid surface of our current hermitic existence, not even noticed except when I force myself to acknowledge it.

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Notes on the Grippe

Being an accounting of the recent and continuing pandemic and its various circumstances, from the perspective of an inhabitant of the regions lately called the Lost Quarter. Dates unknown.

Day One

The grippe has returned to the solitary plains of the Lost Quarter, as it has in so many other domains. It wears new clothes and, like the dread lords of the old stories, has returned with new and terrible powers. Contrary to those tales, we will not be saved by joining together and making common cause to battle. Our shared cause must be to stand apart.

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