Like many people, in the pandemic, my life digitized. My work shifted online; my friendships retreated onto FaceTime and WhatsApp; I used a dating app for the first time; I started doing online yoga.
Horrid with fern, and intricate with thorn, / Few paths of human feet, or tracks of beasts, were worn.
Two were ramshackle old men—droolers as toothless as carp. They were irregulars, armed and clothed fragmentarily with junk taken from real soldiers who were newly dead.
Horrible was now my condition, as the wind freshed up more and more.
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