March 9. Dissatisfied. I’ve let the other blog slide for almost a year, haven’t written anything except the entries here. I say it’s because of the pandemic. There’s nothing I think about as much. Every day, every time I look into my newsfeed, every map, every purchase, every mask encounter. I’ve thought everything there is to think about it, written it all down, and see no further need to write anything about it. But maybe I should, just to break the deadlock.