A forensic inspector came forward with a young medical student who was completing his field placement at the remote distance university, and it was they who disinfected the room and sanitized the body while waiting for Marisela to arrive. They greeted her with a familiarity that on this occasion had more veneration than usual, for they both were aware of the degree of her friendship with the deceased. The juvenile store clerk raised her chin at the two of them, as was the customary greeting in this time of social distancing, and then, as if it were a a box of grocery shipments, she grasped the edge of the sheet with her entire fist, and brusquely uncovered the body with unceremonious casualty.
Tag: End of the world
Coronao, 3-25-20
All I ever wanted was to be a writer isolated on a hill, writing things all day and night. Isn’t that the life I could be leading now?
Coronao, 3-23-20
If I’m not moving forward, do I still matter? Or do I cease to exist?
Coronao, 3-22-20
Day… 10? Cases keep rising. People keep dying. It’s the end of the world as we know it, but I feel fine.
Coronao, 3-20-20
I may die. People I love may die. That is an easier truth to accept than I thought it would be. The truth is, this is bigger than me. It is global, perennial, cosmic. It unites us all. We are all rendered vulnerable. When I think of it in this light, I can’t be angry. All I can do is deal with what is in front of me, what’s in my control.
The Book
You only set out to capture something of your experience existing on this planet. The book was a labor of love, bursting forth from you like a child emerging between your legs after nine months of gestation. The novel took even less time to manifest; once it came into being, there was no stopping its spread. You were thrilled at the prospect of others connecting with your work, as if through the act of reading your pages, they might begin to truly know you. For the first time in your life, you felt seen. The feeling only intensified as your book sold millions of copies around the world. Yet something changed once it began outselling even the Bible. How were you to know that your book would catalyze the apocalypse?
Mt.Angel 