Concerns about the virus … ‘A cough. A sneeze. Duck for cover.
Combing the signals like moisture from the air.’ … where will it take all?
Wide berth between waiting commuters.
Subways with empty seats during Peak hours.
Hands tentatively reaching for hand rails, door handles.
Hand shakes replaced with knuckle bumps and elbow touches. Followed by Smirks. The new greeting code. Disquiet.
Travel curtailed, discontinued. Conferences cancelled. Large meetings shifted to conference calls.
Corporates scrambling to pull together Business Continuity Plans. First one, then two, then more work from home, with sniffles, with flu, with Something.
Fear spreading like Bay Area fog.
I twist in my earbuds, fire up Audible Books on Tape, and settle in for the commute home.
75% through Colum McCann’s Apeirogon. “Apeirogon, a polygon having an infinite number of sides...Combing the signals like moisture from the air.”
A cough. A sneeze. Duck for cover.
Combing the signals like moisture from the air.
Photo: Pierre Bacus via Aberrant Beauty