It occurs to me, reading Jack Butler’s reminiscences on the five-year anniversary of the Covid Era’s kickoff, that I’ve never written a single word here about my own experience with Covid. One reason for that is I’m not paid to write about my personal life. Another is that, in many ways, I already did so once — on Twitter/X, where I’ve been typing in an unceasing (and suicidally undeleted) whirlwind for over a decade now.
Day by day, event by event, my experience of lockdown has been captured there forever, frozen in the amber of the moment when it happened, recorded for posterity. Memory can often be a tricky thing — just ask any lawyer who has cross-examined an eyewitness — so it’s interesting for me to review, as I just now have, my thoughts from that era when news of the pandemic spiraled into utter chaos, as lockdowns went into effect, Trump went out to give daily briefings alongside Anthony Fauci and Deborah Birx, and our world irrevocably changed. (For one thing, I am reminded that I watched a lot of movies during lockdown — both the entire Bond and Mission: Impossible franchises start to finish.)
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