Editorial - Eliot's Ash Wednesday
(I pondered wether to write about COVID-19, but I felt that not writing about it would be like mistaking reality for a dream. If you don’t feel like reading yet again about it here, simply skip the segment. I’ll leave it in, even if it is just for posterity’s sake.)
My last letter to you ended with a note on Leap Day, meaning this was the most eventful thing that happened around the end of February. Looking back now, I envy the simplicity. Nothing right now feels simple and ordinary, so I welcomed the opportunity to return to the routine of writing this letter. Having a preformed structure, focusing on a single word instead of the whole world. My days look increasingly similar: sleeping in and staying up late, playing console games and refreshing the news-ticker. The highlights of the weeks are the days when something happens, like a trip to the grocery store or me having to work from home. Then again, I am one of the lucky ones, neither I nor anyone I closely know is currently sick, I have a job that allows me to work remotely, and none of my plans has been disastrously destroyed. So let me finish this diary-like entry with a simple wish: Stay sane and healthy, one day at a time.