WALKING IN THE DAYS OF THE VIRUS
A poetic chronicle of fear, confinement, sense of place, and wandering hope
Featuring Ottu, an orange pet octopus
Since the third day of self-isolation, I’ve been walking and writing, outdoors and in, mostly at night, in order to remain (more or less) healthy in lungs and mind.
The pleasure and pains of walking, near and distant loves and friendships, street stickers and activism, maps that now frighten, new meanings of time, the soothing company of good music.
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