New patterns of caution and proximity have asserted themselves. If I am on the street (a big if), I have to be walking but never intersecting. Oh, and the second-guessing and self-monitoring: Is that masked person contagious? Should I be avoiding that group of people in front of me? Did I forget to sanitize after the elevator key? Did I touch the gate handle on my way in? Do I have a temperature? Do I feel normal? Is this just the usual headache? Continue reading Anxieties of a tragedy unforeseen