Coronavirus contemplations
[author's note: When I get stressed about something, sometimes I end up just typing out all my thoughts so they aren't just in there rattling around in my head as much. Usually what results is a bunch of rambly anxious brain vomit that's totally not intended for public consumption, but this time I decided to try and write something a bit more artistic/literary.] The mechanical whir of the orange faregates and ascending the escalator to the platform. The train, doors open, is about to depart. What is typically a straightforward trip, albeit somewhat long. But now it may just be too much of a risk. Do you really want to find out? Safer to stay in. Isolate. Withdraw. Monday afternoon, March 2. Rooftop views of Dupont as the weather teases the promise of spring. Racing out to Rosslyn just to see if I can do it. Traffic is light. The mood is relaxed and pleasant. Mosaic flooring in the lobby and a 24-hour oven clock. We pass some time and contemplate which deadly sin gambl...