…the bottom of your life just fell out completely?
You lost a good friend? (Not to death)
You suddenly booked and moved to a room in a town you’ve never visited, with no friends or family for miles, and find the better deal on the room is because the hostel-like building has 2 common fridges that are not cleaned regularly, to put it mildly, and light switches in bedroom have not been cleaned. One covered in grime.
A hair falls from a clean shower towel.
A viral pandemic spreads outside–hopefully not inside.
I cannot go to Mom’s. I never want to endanger her.
I cannot go to my apartment in The Bronx, where a tenant who hasn’t paid rent since September still holds my keys in his dirty grip.
I am blocked from returning to my Shanghai apartment.
Grades are due tomorrow. I must teach students tomorrow. Meanwhile, I miss my girlfriend more than ever. It’s been nearly 80 days.
I sit in the dark coolness outside eating my cold takeout lunch bought around 8 hours ago.