I’m not really writing this for now. I’m writing it to remember, in the years that come, and when I’m (hopefully) telling my children and maybe grandchildren about it, what the world was like during the COVID-19 pandemic. We’re living through it now, but I have no doubt that one day this will be taught to children in schools as part of their history lessons. I want to remember what it was like to be in it, rather than just the selective bits my memory holds onto in years to come.
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