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City Series – Sarthak Gupta in Delhi, We the Isolationists (373rd Corona Diary)

City Series – Sarthak Gupta in Delhi, We the Isolationists (373rd Corona Diary)

Our corona diary.

[Text and photo by Sarthak Gupta]

I close my eyes in self-isolation from corona… and I see myself drowning. Drowning in my own thinking so profound that muscles don’t want to move to the verity. In the ocean of illusion, I drowse deeply.

Just like about everyone else these days, I find myself in a situation where I couldn’t imagine ever. Do I hear summons?

Summons claim, I’ve been a brothel, hawker of illustrations and thoughts. The isolation introversion complains that I have changed the meaning that adhesion is a mess.

And I open my eyes to read the last line of your note. “You are the museum of my detritus.”

I close my eyes and play the paused song,
“I am not the only traveler
Who has not repaid his debt
I’ve been searching for a trail to follow again
Take me back to the night we met”

– aficionado of Dear k.

“We the Isolationists” series urges folks from any part of the world to share a brief diary starting with “I close my eyes in my self-isolation from Corona… and I see…” Not more than 100 words. With a horizontal-sized selfie, along with your city name… please mail to me at mayankaustensoofi@gmail.com.

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