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Towards the very bottom of the list of non-human coronavirus casualties as organized by “dang, that’s a shame,” well below even the yearlong postponement of Fast and the Furious 9 but maybe just above a forced hiatus for beach-based flat tummy tea sponcon, is the necessary axing of a chatty and overlong story written by a staffed editor at a website. (That is to say, no money changed hands, except for the fantastic art, which was paid for in full.)
The piece below, which was going to run on The Goods by Vox this week (lol), now stands mostly as a mini-chronicle of the Way Things Used to Be Not Very Long Ago, and is being published here in the name of “shit, I worked really hard on this, even though it seemed silly then, and wow, it seems so silly now.” Please enjoy it in the spirit it was always intended: a mix of whimsy and defeat.
What I’m really telling you is: I have 93 cans of Diet Coke in my apartment as of this writing, and no, you can’t come over. — Meredith Haggerty
The Before Times feel so long ago, don't they? This diary chronicles a week in early February, as the epidemic was growing increasingly grim in China but hadn't quite made its way to American shores (and American minds). Peep the full dispatch after the jump, with truly excellent illustrations from Aude White. — Indoor Voices
The Before Times feel so long ago, don't they? This diary chronicles a week in early February, as the epidemic was growing increasingly grim in China but hadn't quite made its way to American shores (and American minds). Peep the full dispatch after the jump, with truly excellent illustrations from Aude White. — Indoor Voices
