From the Archives....40 years ago. Never "completed"
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While writing I need to write....
I promised myself I would not write about the virus, masks, quarantine, any of the daily conflagrations (however quiet they may be-- --especially from my writing studio on the second floor of a big house at the top of a small hill on a quiet street in a quiet neighborhood, where daily we forget to wear masks when we leave for a walk, because we don't run into people right away.) I promised myself, because I did not feel like privileging my experience, which has been a lot more benign than that of friends living in packed cities. And because everyone else is writing about it, and I always have to be "different" -- right? But I'm breaking that promise because even though I do not live alone (and I cherish my partner), I have been feeling too alone of late, and it's strictly, I think, because of the New Normal. I am still "new" in Bloomington, and how do I meet people? And now the pall on daily life, has thickened, because the current quiet belies the pr...