"You forget what you want to remember, and you remember what you want to forget." -The Road
It's been over a month, nearly two, since the morning the double tractor trailer blocked four lanes of traffic to deliver its load of 10 to 30 tombstones. I have lost hold on the number of stones, and it's the trucker's pivot across the road that I remember. I regretted for weeks not having a camera in the passenger seat.
It's been a week or so since a masked young man on a bike looked out over the same traffic, inverted homeward, 7pm. He had a pet rabbit sitting in bike's trailer hitch. I could have snapped the photo but I didn't want to upset his serenity.
I think about that trucker and that rabbit. The photos not taken. How hard it is to carry. How easy it is to be carried.
"my family doesn't like it if I practice at home"
My first time at the doctor (thank goodness) since COVID hit.
Times Square felt out of step with time like everything else lately