15 Apr 2020 Dodge.
Urgent trip into Manhattan today. We made a list, put on our masks and got in and out as fast as possible.
Blue skies and eerie quiet. Birds. The churn, the familiar rumble, the constant and comforting sound and vibration – gone. In their place a lone street preacher howling fire and brimstone. Taiko drums. A wheelchair crazy pushing backwards shouting GIMME 6 FEET MOTHERF*CKERS to no one in particular (before breaking into song) (“I Believe I Can Fly”) (yes), and an amplified mechanical voice from all directions and no direction at once. “Please remember to <unintelligible>. Thank you for your cooperation.” More quiet.
I wanted to linger.
I wanted to move.
Everything was unsettling.
We kept our distance and got the hell outta dodge. And I’m so grateful to be back indoors.