Covid-19 has polarized our viewpoints, and categorized us into cheap boxes: there’s this camp, and that. Hello, four cardboard walls.
Bethany Engbretson writes: “You know you have cabin fever when you lose track of how much coffee has been consumed and all you feel is slightly delirious.”
You can call us crazy, if you want, and not in a good way. We have our moments of absolute certainty to that effect.
She is carrying one item. “Good luck, people,” she says, just loudly enough to be heard, but quietly enough to be ignored. “There is not much in there.”