It’s Not Paranoia If It’s True
Journal Day 7: My little corner of NYC in the age of the Coronavirus, Saturday, March 28, 2020
In my journal here three days ago, I wrote:
For a moment, I had a paranoid fantasy that Trump would try to build a wall around New York City and lock us in to protect the “real people” outside.
I guess I wasn’t so paranoid after all. Today, Trump said he might impose an enforceable two-week quarantine of New York, parts of New Jersey, and Connecticut to keep the “heavily infected” out of Florida. I suppose it’s no coincidence that Florida is his new home.
I bet if he could, he would torch the whole tri-state area. Not only would that get rid of millions of “unappreciative” people all at once — but he could collect insurance money for destroying his failing properties, Sopranos-style.
Meanwhile, I’m still okay. I ordered groceries online for the first time in my life yesterday. Today, it was cold-ish and drizzly, which meant that there were fewer people out on the streets, which was great for my walk.
Things that I saw today:
Spring was busting out all over:
