Pandemic Diaries Pt. 1

Pandemic Diaries. What an appropriate name for a time such as this. If you think about it, we are all currently living through an event that will no doubt go into the history books. You've got places like Manhattan being a wasteland at night, often finding yourself and a few other stragglers as the only people walking around. Richmond is the quietest that I've ever seen it. Main Street isn't teeming with frat parties and Helen's is flat out EMPTY on a Saturday night. Have we reached the twilight zone? I mean, come on. I just saw a tweet where Offset and Reese Witherspoon were on IG live together.

I've been away from home the whole time for the entirety of this "quarantine". I've only been to the skatepark in the morning when I'm the only one there. As of yesterday 28th street, Texas Beach, and the Roc are all closed. Kroger and Aldi are the only other places I have ventured to, obviously equipped with the bandanna/latex glove look. 

My job keeps updating us on when we're going to come back into work, and it's looking like it's gonna be a while. What are the odds that I move to one of the biggest cities in the US during a transnational pandemic? If you think about it, it's kinda hilarious. 

Other activities that have taken up my time during this bonanza consist of walking through alleys, going to see the sunset, or drinking on a rooftop. Is there an endless summer approaching? It sure as hell feels like it. What is an endless summer anyway? Just hours upon hours spent with friends doing absolutely nothing, only to figure out the serenity in the slowness that the world has succumb to? I wouldn't mind.

Questions, questions, questions. The omnipotent feeling of uncertainty. Certain to only feel uncertain. This is honestly how all of 2020 has panned out to be. Maybe this is mother nature saying that she needed a break from everything? 

Of course I would end this post in a question.