Coronavision (2020)

It was The first summer of COVID

If a virus could see, it wouldn’t see well. Its eye would be smaller than a pinhole, and its vision would be fuzzy, impersonal. Our worlds had collapsed around us, folding everything down smaller and smaller. In August, the first beaches were opening (officially) again.

Vaccines were coming, protests were waxing, the sun was trying. With the end of summer looming, this was the window to reach for some kind of normal. But nothing was really the same.

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