@natgeo Photos by @johnstanmeyer | Day Thirty-six Through Windows.
When all this began, I lost track of days and time. It was romantic to disconnect, like going off-grid, just not in a camper in the woods. Thirty-six days, and I’m beginning to look at time. It’s a Monday, and the month of April is nearly through. What earlier felt mysterious is not. Then I catch my mind... Billions of us are in economic isolation since forever. Hundreds of millions within their countries politically isolated since forever. Hundreds of million are roaming in what could become stateless isolation forever. Millions of homeless in isolation from everyone walking past. How unsettling is it, having even a basic privilege of electricity, food, and shelter? There are over 100 million hours of streaming content consumed each day on Netflix. That’s 15,000 years, or two hundred lives lived, if you believe in reincarnation. Tonight, editing in the dark, everywhere was blue. I haven’t seen a plane pass over in weeks. The Madurese carving from an old boat found a home. Looking at our reality inside out, no, it’s not charming anymore. It just is. No matter how long this lasts, who am I to complain. So far, I’ve only watched one episode of Tiger King. At this pace, I guess I’ll be living forever. #24windows #coronavirusdiaries #greatbarrington #berkshires #westernma