Every so often I cry
For the loneliness
For the missingness
And the farawayness of
Everyone and everything.
And then I stop:
For I am not sick.
I am not in isolation.
I am not in ICU.
I’m alive.
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Not a literary magazine for ordinary times, but a journal for an exceptional one. Writing the pandemic, together. Image, Somewhere in Time by Hengki Lee: Instagram @hengki_lee
Not a literary magazine for ordinary times, but a journal for an exceptional one. Writing the pandemic, together. Image, Somewhere in Time by Hengki Lee: Instagram @hengki_lee