January 1, 2021. Day twelve managed isolation

Southerlies from Antarctica find the crack in my window. I’m fortunate to be here. I’m making plans to leave in 3 days, no mask, and find my way to Wellington. I’ve been having lucid dreams of being back in my childhood school, being on a space mission from the garage of my home in NewContinue reading “January 1, 2021. Day twelve managed isolation”