In April 2020, we invited writers in Quebec to submit a story of a single day during the strange, uneasy time of coronavirus and pandemic, of social distancing and self isolation, of lockdown and quarantine.
We’re thrilled to announce that these stories have been gathered in Chronicling the Days: Dispatches from a Pandemic (Guernica Press). To learn more and buy the book, please visit https://www.guernicaeditions.com/title/9781771836579.
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This piece is by Elisa Robin Wells, writing in April 2020.
I have a confession to make. It might sound weird or even callous but in some ways I’m enjoying the shut down. I like the lessening of noise outside my apartment. I also like the lack of expectation to go or do anything.
Once I stopped working grocery shopping and walking became my only excursions outside. Yet, as I walked around my Cote-des-Neiges neighbourhood I saw squashed plastic water bottles on the edges of roads, tucked under hedges and littering every public grassy area.
To read the rest of the story, please support our community and check out Chronicling the Days: Dispatches from a Pandemic