Conversations with Austin Shakespeare

I flashed back to this recently - for obvious reasons. I’m once again a shut-in. But instead of feeling buzzed by the crisis outside, I feel…dormant. Not once have I turned to Emily Dickinson during the pandemic. Her version of reverie just seemed un-doable. In fact, bit-by-bit fiction, creativity, and connection have left my sphere of habit. Life centers around scrambling now - scrambling for housing, income, safety…toilet paper.