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I write for a living.
I am a journalist, and a creative writer, and a library assistant, and even if I weren't those things, I'd still be writing here.
Some days I cannot get out of bed. I twist and turn between 'it's a global pandemic' and 'why can't you be productive?' until the sky is dark again.
As I sat by my window last night looking for meteors (and finding none), I wondered what would happen to all the people after this. There is a Great Depression coming, the economists say, but there is also a great depression and loneliness and anxiety seeping into the space where people used to walk and work and live. Today, in the light, I wonder what we will look like when we have finished reshaping and reshuffling into a new normal, a new state of being.
I write for a living, but sometimes I cannot write about this.
I am a journalist, and a creative writer, and a library assistant, and even if I weren't those things, I'd still be writing here.
Some days I cannot get out of bed. I twist and turn between 'it's a global pandemic' and 'why can't you be productive?' until the sky is dark again.
As I sat by my window last night looking for meteors (and finding none), I wondered what would happen to all the people after this. There is a Great Depression coming, the economists say, but there is also a great depression and loneliness and anxiety seeping into the space where people used to walk and work and live. Today, in the light, I wonder what we will look like when we have finished reshaping and reshuffling into a new normal, a new state of being.
I write for a living, but sometimes I cannot write about this.