Although the town I found myself in had always been cleaner than most I used to find myself in before current events, I could better see the mountains and the air was clearer and cleaner. If our worldwide quarantines last for months longer, we’ll have to address this new reality where even one month without our collective daily single-occupancy commutes can be enough to notice major differences in our environments. Will we re-invite commuter pollution?
Thrift stores have been closed for about a month now. That’s a sentence I thought I’d never write, but knee-deep into COVID-19 with no relief in sight, we’re all just hoping that things get better. I’m publishing this a month after I’m writing this, so maybe things will have gotten better. It’s hard to say. I went to drive around yesterday and look at what’s changed, specifically, whether thrift stores received any illegally dumped donations.
“Since I’m up super early, I should go for a drive, but to where?” “Somewhere sunny and empty.” I drove for around two hours through parts of the greater Seattle area, where even with current events, people were still living their lives. There was still traffic and people were out for walks out on this seemingly first nice spring day this year. Life almost felt normal, except almost everything was closed, including park parking lots.
For writing practice, I’ve been capturing the nuances of my days since August 12th in a long-form essay I’ll eventually release called “Time Travel Toxicity.” These Travelogue Trivialities essays take that idea, where I might write about going to some thrift stores for the first time in months, and focus that energy on a one-day adventure noteworthy or touristy. With that in mind, these essays will not be overly academic or objective. They’re written there.