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“Quarantine Diaries,” by David Garyan (Day 50)

Photo by Tigran Hovhannisyan

Quarantine Diaries – Day 50 May 3rd, 2020

Trento, Italy


The end of any night began when the first sunrise climbed over the horizon. Darkness remains an empire oppressing the land— still it recedes like a law people are sick of following. There’s no beginning to a beginning, and really no end to an end. Our fate is a wedding ring stretching across the earth’s skin; it’s a pair of boots that can hold all the world’s snow, but we own just one shoe lace, running from the Big Bang to the lowest point on earth. We live in a guitar whose body can shelter all the howls of mankind, but there’s only one string for us to play our nature. There’s no escape from a prison that no longer wants to imprison you. There’s no progress in a science whose vision doesn’t improve as it grows older. There’s no hope in a church which prays for the sick only if people attend. How much longer must our history go on if its future is a wave that starts at the ocean’s edge and always comes back to the same place?


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