When I leave my apartment these days, there’s that nagging thought: could I become a murder weapon? Could I be asymptomatic and unknowingly infect someone? And so I put on my mask....
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A Brooklyn requiem: In early April, as the pandemic was raging through New York City, transforming my home into another Ground Zero, I awoke to an ominous email. My uncle would be having back surgery. ...
This morning, during my ongoing lockdown in a small Brooklyn apartment, I jotted down my latest quarantine memo. This morning I was thinking about rebellion. I was imagining courage and wild hope....
At Ground Zero, we thought we’d grown immune to danger, fear, and death. Then the pandemic struck. Eight million strong, yet we’re alone on our germ-infested streets. ...
