Sketches by Albert Andrada
I made a promise that I would stay in my shirts, shorts, and sneakers until a vaccine was found. I couldn’t have been more wrong. I might have underestimated our fighting spirit, thinking we could manage staying cooped up, removed from one another, until the storm was over, forgetting what I should have learned from disaster fiction that no matter what the odds, life finds a way, we go on.
It has been over 10 months since an infinitesimal, invisible virus upended our lives. It is no safer now than it was in March, but now we know we can’t afford and some of us don’t want to keep everything on hold indefinitely.