What a strange year it’s been, my friends. I’ve started measuring time in stories told and stories enjoyed, because I can hardly keep track of the calendar months (decades?) since last March.
So for my children and I, the months were Dark Crystal, Avatar, Korra, She-Ra, and RWBY. I can tell you about our experiences in each of those months. I can tell you about the months of my own stories told: the months of Ansible, Dakotaraptor Riders, and On the Other Side of the Night.
But I can’t tell you what June was like, nor September. Did June actually exist?
Last April was the cruelest month. I lost someone important to me in April.
For the rest, I’ll just remember the months of the stories my children and I shared together.
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2 thoughts on “The Year of the Pandemic: A Year With No Months, But With Many Stories”
This year also Corona is increasing day by day 😭
It has been a long year, indeed.