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In Search of Lost Time

My wife has lost her sense of smell, and we’ve all lost our sense of time. Lockdown feels like one endless loop of a working weekend from home, a never-setting Sunday lost to conference calls that run into one another, unpicking knotted clumps of email chains. If, like me, you are recovering from a bad-ish bout of the virus, progress is measured in lung capacity: the first time you can go up the stairs without having to sit down again; how many more minutes you can trot without gasping. When I first ventured outside, I was struck by how the …read more

Source:: The American Interest


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