. . . in his Journal of the Plague Year, he pictured a city ‘filled with “the shrieks of Women and Children,” blazing comets, and ghosts walking upon gravestones.’
And we today, in our Day of the Virus?
Our experience of dread, of the uncanny forcing some of us back into our homes, and many of us into our alienated inner lives, is a little different.
The pandemic of 2020 projects its power over us in real time, but unless we’re directly affected—or infected—it comes across to us in means primarily visual and textual.
Eerie panoramas of deserted airports and Instagrammable tourist sites; close-ups of surgical masks in turquoise green and powder blue; images of figures in hazmat suits cleaning up our endless material spill.
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