Thoughts seemed to harbor great peril, but their absence even more.
The horror of being seen or heard, or any other reminder of your objective existence.”
I know you by your habits; the grooves you have cut in the world; the familiar boredoms I would miss beyond all else.”
The morning paper turned out to be the main vector of infection.”
There is no more efficient way to expose your own mundanity than through writing. So be it. Perhaps the mundane has some minor value.”