Oct 26, 2020
My Own Personal Contagion
My German cockroach infestation, almost too good a pandemic allegory, forced me to confront the question of how much I could bear from New York City.
My German cockroach infestation, almost too good a pandemic allegory, forced me to confront the question of how much I could bear from New York City.
The forces of air travel are virtually unknowable and immense, and we ourselves are small. I find a sort of peace in that.
The temporary thrill of flying around the world without consequence.
“The car was a sanctuary, the only place that fully offered an escape.”
