Longer lines outside of the stores; More masked face with wary looks; No more toilet papers, rubbing alcohol, hand sanitizers; A friend talking over the phone-- but he's not interested in conversing. He's not into anybody or anything, not even himself. Enjoying sanctioned pleasures, he feels superior; not enjoying unsanctioned pleasures, he feels even more superior. Another friend not returning messages-- I wonder if she is drafted by the hospital. I am worried-- without N95, not much protection, what will become of her? Indisposed is the day, dispirited in my heart. You, my ghost, my apparition, my interminable love--real and imagined. I dreamed of you last night and now I beg you to cheer me up.