![]() ![]() ![]() A note I took in the middle of one spring night said, “WHY NOT WRITING?” I answered myself in my notebook in the morning: “I DON'T WANT ANY OF THESE IDEAS.” I had also not been able to read, not before bed, not on the plane west. Since March, I’d felt certain of my capacities diminished. Buying a pre-owned Subaru in Portland, Oregon, a few weeks later, I explained to the salesman that the move had been long planned, by which I meant that we weren’t part of the exodus from the city prompted by the plague, something I’d also explained to the handyman repairing the wall we’d waterlogged by drilling into pipes above the toilet while hanging a medicine cabinet in our new apartment. ![]()
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