The COVID-19 pandemic crawls now into its second year, with no clear endpoint in sight. In California, Siberia, and Greece, giant swathes of forest burn relentlessly. In Germany and on America’s eastern shore, houses drown under apocalyptic floods.
Animals once again are pairing off in search of Noah’s ark, Elon Musk offers salvation in outer space, and it’s been 80 years since the forever young Marilyn Monroe began coquettishly fixing her dress. I’m wandering a maze of illusory perspectives, no longer bound by gravity, instead fluttering in the air without knowing where, why or by which wind I’ll be carried off next.