Imaginations, Memories, and the Pandemic: An Ode to Jean-Baptiste Clamence
Arrival: The Fall Wandering aimlessly at Centrum — alone, invisible, masked — I am lost in the distanced crowd of people lazily meandering around with no place to be. The pandemic really warped the sense of time and space. In an attempt to escape the paranoia of contracting the virus in a new, strange country,…