A Plague Journal of sorts
March 27, 2020•247 words
A week or so ago I dreamed about the coronavirus. I was roaming around a multi-story building and found myself in an attic space where there were two circular trampolines. Resting on them were about three 2-foot circular things with three legs that looked like they were articulated, all in black and yellow diagonal stripes, like caution markings. These thingies, I knew, were coronaviruses. Then I woke up. And then the other night I dreamed I was in a Sherlock Holmes adventure. Sherlock had gon...
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