Chronicles of the Virus Day 37. My letter to the World.
My Dearest World, I hope the receipt of this letter finds you in good health and fine spirits. We are well, and most importantly, in good health. I have recently read a report of an old-fashioned letter a mother has sent her dear daughter, along with ten masks she herself sewed with all her mother's love. I have decided to send you, dear World, a letter in the same style, though without the masks, as the motor on my sewing machine has long given up the ghost through my inattention and lack of love for it. Nor would I have had the opportunity to buy the prodigious amount of cloth necessary, much less the elastic. The mother mentions in her letter that she is wondering when the day of freedom will come to be able to celebrate Baccus. In my humble opinion, many people have already commenced such celebrations, as the stock of wines and harsher spirits in supermarkets have emptied out. To give credit, however, flour has also disappeared from circulation, so I must assume that the...