day 163

Well at least the air looks better today. It’s brighter, like a happy sepia filter rather than a depressing apocalyptic vintage. Apparently the AQI is worse though, so can’t believe everything you see.

A thought: younger me (aspiring journalist / author / something creative me) would’ve yearned to live through something like this. I clearly don’t wish this pandemic-fiery-apocalypse upon anyone or our world. But that’s what you think about when you grow up in boring suburbs as an angsty teen. Wishing something anything would happen that’d be worth writing about.