Some days grief entails languishing in bed, because that is surviving – clarity can come when doing nothing
What does it take to survive a pandemic? Waiting, mostly, and if nothing kills you, then you make it out alive. I do mean to suggest here that survival is passive, in the way that you don’t have to do anything to heal a cut, you just let time pass. And so these days, I let time happen to me. Ever since I lost my job at a fashion magazine (furloughed indefinitely) I have spent the quarantine in Berlin measuring away the days by the box of sunlight that moves across my unkept bedsheets. Sobriety grinds. I might reread the same 10 sentences of Žižek over again, unable to concentrate, and resort to lying in bed and listening to podcasts. Sometimes, I think about God. At night, I tune into friends’ livestreams as they DJ in empty rooms and I try to dance in place but mostly feel stupid.
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