{extract from an isolation diary}

By Hannah Schönwald 

Day 7. 22 March 2020

I was awakened today by the sun 

a winter sun that mercilessly erases 

all that is unclear 

A sun that divides 

every shade into all 

or nothing and 

allows no in between 

This clarity benefits us 

what was leaden, floats 

It’s a dream.

After my morning Love Yoga session, I prepare a fruit salad, unaware that I will drown it in granny’s sea buckthorn liqueur in the afternoon. I awaken my enthusiasm for Camus by reading out loud while sitting alone in my room and thinking about going live on Instagram and wishing he wasn’t so damn right. Is Instagram ready for existentialism?

I listen to a radio report that initiated the writing of this diary. They’re saying one should ban the words isolation and quarantine from one’s vocabulary.

Goodbye quarantine, goodbye tones of grey.


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