Wednesday, April 15, 2020


Easter, whose varieties passed over the world more or less on Sunday last, laid a goose egg since such celebrations have always involved large gatherings of people which, given the coronanovid epidemic, are contraindicated.

Bunnies laying eggs -- let alone chocolate ones: I wonder who thought that up.

Lately, I have been somewhat relieved in the rat-a-tat-tat of sickness chat, to hear that hallucinations are (or may be) part and parcel of the current illness. I have been having increasingly vivid hallucinations ... none of them malevolent, all of them not long enough to sit down for a chat.

It is, to borrow a word I dislike, do-able. The vividness is increasing ... does that mean these mild interruptions are demanding room in which to roam and, perhaps, take command?

Born and reborn, what's the diff?

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