At some point, about two weeks ago, I dropped off normal quarantine time and entered extremely online mode. I am not sure I have achieved much of anything. I have primarily been tweeting a lot and working from home in a bubble of writer’s inertia — constantly writing nothing.
Below are some highlights salvaged from extremely online mode — dreams, shitposts, bot murmurings — not because I am particularly proud of them, but because this fragmentary onlineness is far more representative of how the days have been spent than any lacklustre diaristic drawl I could muster at this point.
Monday 6 April 2020
Tuesday 7 April 2020
Wednesday 8 April 2020
Thursday 9 April 2020
Friday 10 April 2020
For the first time in my life, I went for a jog.
At the time of writing, I have been on a jog every other day for a week. This is where it began. I have somehow put weight back on during this time.
Saturday 11 April 2020
Emptiness. Listening to missed episodes of the PlaguePod and staring at the ceiling.
Sunday 12 April 2020
Chocolate won heals wounds. Resurrection. Plans start to form and we return to our regular cognitive programming…