Headspace

At the start of the pandemic, I managed to carve out time to write stories, do art that spoke to what I saw around me, to our crazy world. Through the pictures of hand washing, of six feet apart, even as flashbangs echoed in the concrete canyons of Seattle, I wrote. Tales of FBI entrapment and UFOs.

Congratulations. Yes, everything looks healthy! A blob, unrecognizable. The risks of that spike protein are now higher.