I am waiting to unclench.
Under quarantine and locked down means that we spend a lot of time gathering Things and Stuff into ourselves and holding on tight. We hoard staples like flour and water and canned soup. We crowd our freezer walls with fresh meats and vegetables. In the days leading up to the quarantine, there was widespread panic. In every street people lined up for medicine, supermarkets and small grocery stores were raided and pillaged. And throughout it all, we did not know what was really going to happen. We waited for a word, for a decision. We held our breath. We stockpiled toilet paper. And we clenched. Continue reading