Today, it’s not uncertainty, or gratitude, or anger, or faith, or sublimity. Today, it is fear. Fear licking the bones. Fear itching the teeth. Fear huddling the chest, grazing the skin. Fear the churning cyclone in your core. Fear the taste of lemon in your gag. Fear I can’t reach what’s in front of me. … Continue reading The Apocalypse Diaries (Day Five: 3-17-2020)