Day 72 - Limbo

This day that’s repeated, merged into yesterday and tomorrow.

This slow car crash news, with no end in sight.

These questions from my mother, eliciting bleak statistics or lies.

This shut down little guesthouse somewhere in the Brazilian mountains in the state of Minas Gerais.

These silent trees entering autumn, emptied of bird song.

These WhatsApp messages that are visualised but not replied.

These Zoom gatherings that are full of chatter and silences.

These endless lists of free TV, films, podcasts, books and classes to get through.

These hours that tick along.

This privileged roof over my head.

This diary.