5.22.2020 – Everything closed

Everything closed.
Yet to feel,think. Truth of hell.
This loss of contact.

To be closed from everything, and yet to feel, to think …

This is the truth of hell, stripped of its gaudy medievalisms.

This loss of contact.

And yet I look to you to teach me communication.

Teach me hope.

Joanne Harris in Chocolat, 1999

O TELL me, friends, while yet we part,
And heart can yet be heard of heart,
O tell me then, for what is it
Our early plan of life we quit;
From all our old intentions range,
And why does all so wholly change?
O tell me, friends, while yet we part!
O tell me, friends, while yet we part,—

Arthur Hugh Clough, 1819 – 1861