It’s the dreams I will miss, when I no longer have covid. The rich, thick drowning of them. The way I go straight into the story the minute my head hits the pillow, or, as happened on Friday, the minute my head hit the kitchen table. Except I haven’t been allowed anywhere near the kitchen table since my positive test result came in an email on Saturday night. Since we found out that I am unclean I have been confined to my bedroom while my daughter and Y, who lives with us, inhabit the rest of the house. My daughter comes to talk to me from the far end of the corridor, showing me her latest Lego creation, a four-storey rainbow house. I tell her that Taylor Swift has put a new album on Spotify and so we listen to a bit of that on my phone.
The Sophist 12: The rich, drowning dreams
The Sophist 12: The rich, drowning dreams
The Sophist 12: The rich, drowning dreams
It’s the dreams I will miss, when I no longer have covid. The rich, thick drowning of them. The way I go straight into the story the minute my head hits the pillow, or, as happened on Friday, the minute my head hit the kitchen table. Except I haven’t been allowed anywhere near the kitchen table since my positive test result came in an email on Saturday night. Since we found out that I am unclean I have been confined to my bedroom while my daughter and Y, who lives with us, inhabit the rest of the house. My daughter comes to talk to me from the far end of the corridor, showing me her latest Lego creation, a four-storey rainbow house. I tell her that Taylor Swift has put a new album on Spotify and so we listen to a bit of that on my phone.