Journal of a Lockdown No. 15

J Lockdown No. 15
Fresher air in Metro Manila.

My morning fiction reading: John Updike, “A Dying Cat, A Traded Car,” which was about a writer who visited his dying father and remembered their car. A beautiful portrait of a father’s love, and faith, and family.

I still think of Tatay and wish he were here. His presence was calming, like nothing could go wrong.

A friend's father died today. I message her to say how sorry I am. I probably know how it feels like.

Another friend's wife died today, too. So many deaths—since the lockdown, this has been our reality.

Tomorrow I'll go on 24-hour shift at PGH. I'm not sure if I can post something then.



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