Dispatches From Biosphere Station Moore: Friday Night.

6: 45.

Friday night.

I found myself staring out the living room window. The sun was setting on the top left corner of it’s outline.
I blink.

Bright. A glint cometed across the middle third.

A truck passed, an older kept up Chevy truck. Custom. Bowling ball white and gray iridescent paint job. Recently washed.

Another blink.

It occurs to me. I wish that was me. Oh just to go on a drive. To go out and beyond past my small borders.

Another profound realization.

One I felt.

Not as acutely as the other time, thank God.

To quote many of the The Uncanny X-Men characters during Chris Claremont’s epic run:

“It. Hurt.”

Question now is, do I leave my curtains open or closed?

Biosphere Station Moore out.

Greetings from Biosphere Station Moore!

This is my first Dispatch From Biosphere Station Moore.

Tuesday, June 9th, 2020.

Earlier this year, on March 17th, my car died.

Died.

For good.

On March 18th the Covid-19 quarantine was put into effect.

As a result, a good news/bad news situation developed:

The Good News.

Having no working vehicle the day the quarantine began, effectively sealed our house hermetically, denying entry to Covid-19.

With no means of transportation, I could not now accidentally bring the virus inside were I to go out.

Automatically, my mom, who is now eighty, and a prime candidate for contracting the virus, was saved. For that, I am happy and thankful.

Everyday.

The Bad News.

I have not stepped out of our house since.

Even if I could, I’d still risk contracting Covid-19, and then so would my mom.

And I can’t have that happen.

Because of that, my mom and I have been in 100% self-quarantine ever since.

So, with an embarrassment of free time on my hands, I’m going to be blogging regularly – maybe more so than before.

There’s quite a bit to cover:

The joys of distance-learning.

The time-intensive, yet unclear texting relationship with a younger woman I’d never physically met.

My mental breakdown when I realized I was suffering from severe isolation.

My mom finally becoming a mother.

The quick trip in the bed of a friend’s truck to sign my teacher’s contract – my first, and so far, only expedition out into the World.

Then George Floyd gasped out, “I can’t breathe” on video – and things got darker …

I hope you continue reading so we can all continue to learn and grow.

Please take care of yourselves.

Marc.

Summer’s Here and I Get to Breathe a Breath of Air.

First off – wow and thank you to all of my new followers!!!!

I’m honored.

I’m flattered.

I truly appreciate your support and attention to the strangeness that oozes out of my brain and onto the page!
If I haven’t followed you back, I will soon.

What a long, strange, and densely packed school year it’s been!

And on the first Monday of my summer vacation, I wanted to stick my head out for a breath of air and a hello.

I have quite a few blogs in various states of completion and I’m going to and post content if not once a week, then twice a month.

I hope you’re all as well as well can be.

Love, hope, and balance.

mm.