“בלי איסורי מצפון, לא ידעתי מה השעה, איזה יום אני חי ואלה תחושות שלעולם לא הרגשתי…גם השתפרו היחסים שלי עם משפחתי”
“…Everyday at work we hear something new and new protocols are made. It’s necessary and hard to read everything to keep up with the changes. It is now the end of May. I don’t know if I see my field in healthcare ever being the same again…”
“I hope that my father, an older man who has been transferred from a cooking shift at Stanford University to janitorial duties, comes home safe and healthy every day. I hope that my mother, who works at my high school with underserved, often non-English speaking, communities finds reprieve from the anxiety expressed by all of the students and their families about what awaits them. I hope that my partner, who lives in an entirely different country in one of the busiest cities in Latin America, can continue to work from home…”
“…I was promoted from a truck driver to a truck dispatcher in 2017, so my wages allow me to continue having a steady income with this new 40-hour work week. However, for my coworkers, I can’t say the same. Fellow truck drivers are really stressed since most of their steady income came from 20 hours of overtime we all worked. But now with limits to 40 hours a week, it’s just not enough…”
“…This pandemic has ripped apart the façade of what seemed to be a good economy; in reality, this “good economy” was built upon the people who are now disproportionately dying and with no healthcare. I beg my fellow Americans to look at this inequality sternly; why do we have such contempt when we call it out when in reality we’ve pretending like it didn’t exist at all. I have grown so increasingly frustrated to see people think about themselves when I see people that remind me of my father and sisters die on the news for having to work…”
“Another fascinating personal revelation I’ve had during quarantine surrounds my lack of hobbies. […] I am slightly saddened that I can’t take an interest in books, piano, or other hobbies I used to have like I did when I was a kid. There are also lots of new skills I am eager to learn such as skateboarding but I can’t find the energy to go out and get started and even when I do it’s inconsistent and half-hearted at best. I don’t know if this stems from exhaustion so much as a fear of failure I feel is much more present in my generation surrounding new things even at the young age of 20…”
“整个人从惶恐害怕焦虑到麻木了。不过也因为关在家里无处可逃，不得已面对生活的琐碎，学会了靠微波炉一日三餐做饭做菜，吃的健康，掉了20多斤。”
Life in Quarantine: Witnessing Global Pandemic is an initiative sponsored by the Poetic Media Lab and the Center for Spatial and Textual Analysis at Stanford University.
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