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.