more from chronicle of a plague, by andrew holleran
Saturday, December 3rd, 2016
“I keep thinking there’s a beach at the end of this,” a friend said. “An island, and we’ll be happy again.”
His mother left yesterday after his cremation and when I walked her to the cab, she said to me: ‘I think the reason I was put on earth was for these last two months.’”
One cannot expect people to live in a state of perpetual horror and outrage. Eventually they subside. Fatigue sets in, burnout, boredom, acceptance—and the attention span turns to something else. How could it be otherwise? Yet all of this is strange.
