It’s a bit of a paradox, posting during a pandemic lockdown. On the one hand, there’s almost too much that’s different in the world, and reporting on it is both repetitive and depressing for all involved (no?). How do you catch up from the last time this blog mentioned reality? That reality was so long ago. Thousands are dead, thousands in my city, and people are reusing medical equipment and wearing handmade cloth masks like it’s normal. Not to knock the latter; I’m clearly one of them, thanks to a crafty friend in Philly. It’s just hard not to feel some kinda way about the new normal.
This actual website may not be very long in the tooth, but I’ve been off and on long-form blogging sites, whether my own domain or a Livejournal clone or somesuch, for decades. And yet this is something I’ve struggled with for years as my brain has spent many (formative?) years fitting itself into 120 or 240 characters on Twitter, or whatever the aesthetic seems to dictate on Facebook: what to write about and, by extension, what not to write about.
I’m not superstitious, religious, “spiritual,” or otherwise supernaturally inclined, horoscope-reading, or tarot-curious, but even I can’t seem to pass on remarking on the new year. It isn’t just a new number or the turnover to a new decade, is it? I mean, I don’t remember much of anything about 2010 but I know it didn’t feel like this. The year 2020 just seemed so far away for so much of our lives, it’s kind of hard to process how fast everything is going.
How I know I’m old: I think I might miss the WordPress of yore.