Image by Bikurgurl Daytripper Pandemic log: Day 1058 Or is it Tuesday? I honestly have trouble recollecting. As the hours slip into days, weeks, months, years . . . the doldrums encroach on my reality. Rolling recursion: get up, eat, do shit, sleep, repeat. I feel the air itself closing in on me and I need to escape my privileged hermitness to venture further than … Continue reading Daytripper