Creepy and Quaint
I went to Barnes and Noble yesterday. They didn’t have any new Buddhist magazines. I was really disappointed.
I was looking at the books. I was thumbing through a book I had looked at in February. The book seemed odd. I still agreed with many of the things the book said, but it seemed out of date because it was published pre-coronavirus.
That’s when I realized that the pandemic is one of those “before and after” events. Everything gets evaluated based on whether something happened pre- or post-pandemic. Kind of like Barry’s death. When I look at a TV show description, I always check out when it first aired. January 12, 2018 is the divider, as in “Barry might have seen this,” versus, “This wasn’t aired until after he passed.”
We still have all the previous problems…plus everything the pandemic has created/exposed.
Just sitting there, drinking my mocha. Watching people come and go. Not talking to my fellow humans. Basically banned from normal interaction. Everything has that slightly surreal quality, like I am watching a novel unfold in real time. Are you real? Am I?