DIARY
MAPPING
TIME A Corona Virus Diary
The start of global lockdown (March 2020) found me in Charlottesville, Virginia. A graduate student, I was knee-deep in thesis work and could not appreciate the sentiments of those – expressed via Twitter – for whom time seemed to be playing a trick. Vanishing. But once the semester was over, and once I’d handed my students’ grades in, things started to change. My labours behind me, I began to have the sensation that I was a complete blank: that my mind was empty, the days – which often I couldn’t fully recall – were empty, and the only time I remembered I existed in a physical way was when I felt pain somewhere in my body. It felt like I was just an empty apartment of flesh. Words by Khaddafina Mbabazi
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