As 2020 has lingered on, I have watched as marker after marker of a year’s progression have been overtaken by an endless sea of sameness: one weekend blurs into the next, one Zoom call into the next. The rhythms of a child’s first year at school, of sports seasons, of semester familiarities, family vacations, regular gatherings with friends: all of these uprooted, and in their place, the endless, placid waters which covered them. Their reach, once shallow and fierce, has become simply expansive, covering the face of the earth, and with their expansiveness, a new and quiet timelessness.
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