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 Sixty Nine

A long walk down by the riverside. So many others are out, walking and biking as well. Where the banks allow people have spread out blankets and are sunbathing. A few rafts bob along with the current, people sprawled upon them. My love and I sit, eating pastry and drinking iced coffee, watching ducks paddle by, luxuriating in a day spent at nothing.

A Sunday Afternoon on the Island of the Grand Jatte – George Seurat

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