A few thoughts.

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I have such lofty thoughts — like write a blog a day. But then, I get behind, and then I’m scrambling for ideas, at a loss what to write about. I don’t want to write about this pandemic, but, as Solzhenitsyn wrote, thoughts of an imprisoned man are also imprisoned. Or maybe he wrote that about dreams, but the concept is the same. I find my mind paralyzed when I get in front of the computer, going in circles around this current iteration of The Black Plague…