3:AM in Lockdown 56: Sylvia Warren
Dream in Daggers By Sylvia Warren. I had been expecting it. I had been half-pinned to the news during the day, fluttering between horror and practical worries; at night in my worse dreams I imagined having to place the ” in front of my authors’ names to indicate that they had died, until the preliminary […]
Location Settings, or: the Death of the City
In New York City, the weekend before last, on Day 16, the data showed me that we were dying at the rate of one every nine-point-five minutes. I’ve never been good at math but I know the number of the dead in New York City has more than doubled since then. It’s been five minutes since I began typing this dispatch. Six. Location, location, location. Every major city in the world is right now relevant; every resident of every city is right now being read as a statistic. I paused, just now, to account for us. Another ambulance barrels down the street; I try to picture its path from my window, which is open. Sunlight, a bare breeze.
By Chris Campanioni.