Build Up a New Me of Flowers and Blood: Isolation and the Creative Outlook
If nothing else, these past several weeks have borne out Whitman’s assertion that “there is no more heaven or hell than there is now.” I think this partially applies to the daily and cyclical pendulum of moods and states of mind that being quarantined doesn’t so much create as emphasize.
Just today, for instance, without much buffer or transition at all,…
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