Tag: journal
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Week three of lockdown. Good Friday, April 2020. I wrote this one in real time, which is the only reason I’d share it. Some things are only honest when they’re written in the middle of them. Growing up, Good Friday meant the start of a great weekend. No work, good company, life lived to the…
The Blackest Good Friday – Covid Part 2
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March 2020. These are reflections from a diary I kept through lockdown. Looking back now, what strikes me most is how ordinary the beginning felt. There have been a handful of times in my life when I’ve felt the ground shift under everyone’s feet at once. The Berlin Wall coming down. September 11th. The July…
An Observer No Longer – Covid Part 1