Theories of everything

In my COVID haze of these past weeks I went through many stages.

At first I couldn't taste. Then everything seemed grey. I coughed and had strange dreams. I read a book about a war, and the author described the moment that the soldiers felt joy in their plunder and looting, The author described the rot that sets in when you aren't just winning, but vanquishing your enemy. I developed theories of everything.

After two weeks of barely moving I took my camera out on mild evening in the light rain.

I wandered down the Main and tried night shots that might evoke some kind of romantic big city night. I saw a tent set up by some young addicts in the snow on Prince Arthur and they were so happy in their freedom: 'no one sets up tents here but we do!' And then the posters of the Israeli hostages of Hamas, spray painted over, of course, because in the theory of everything, everything is a game.