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 Sixty Three
I find I cannot focus today. My thoughts keep drifting away from what is at hand to idle things. After so many weeks where my only thoughts have been about the grippe reborn and all that has befallen us, or my endless resulting correspondences that I have kept, it is a relief to let my mind wander about as it pleases. One can only focus on the same thing for so long without becoming exhausted in both mind and soul.
Now I will let my mind flitter where it will. From the (im)possibility of extrasensory perception, to the many escapes of Fray Servando Teresa de Mier, to crumbling foundations of Scientology, to the evolution of all faiths across history, to the true nature of black holes, to Jackie Robinson stealing home in the World Series, to the guitar riff in Fat Boy Rag.