How can we organize our days, which until recently were broken up by outings, visits to coffee shops, and the prospect of vacations and trips? To be face to face with one's spouse and young children can seem like a nightmare for many.
At the top of the hierarchy are tragedy and strife: the sick in recovery, doctors and nurses caring for them and risking their lives every day, exhausted and furious over the shortage of supplies, masks, beds, respirators.
A little-known nineteenth-century Swiss author, Henri Frédéric Amiel, wrote a monstrous journal of more than 16,000 pages, a monument of absolute emptiness, since each day is characterized by the fact that nothing happens.
We live with the vertiginous proximity of a sterile reclusion and a voracious death that every day devours more victims.
All things considered, we may as well be watching real disaster movies-The Day After, Contagion, or The Road, where every person who appears on the horizon is a potential killer.
Every day is a discreet battle against doubt and discouragement.
There is no longer any Sunday or Monday; each day is a single day that resembles all the others in a perpetual present.
https://www.city-journal.org/art-of-living-during-lockdown
At the top of the hierarchy are tragedy and strife: the sick in recovery, doctors and nurses caring for them and risking their lives every day, exhausted and furious over the shortage of supplies, masks, beds, respirators.
A little-known nineteenth-century Swiss author, Henri Frédéric Amiel, wrote a monstrous journal of more than 16,000 pages, a monument of absolute emptiness, since each day is characterized by the fact that nothing happens.
We live with the vertiginous proximity of a sterile reclusion and a voracious death that every day devours more victims.
All things considered, we may as well be watching real disaster movies-The Day After, Contagion, or The Road, where every person who appears on the horizon is a potential killer.
Every day is a discreet battle against doubt and discouragement.
There is no longer any Sunday or Monday; each day is a single day that resembles all the others in a perpetual present.
https://www.city-journal.org/art-of-living-during-lockdown
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