i started reading recollections of my nonexistence by r. solnit and in two pages it hits me that this book is pre-pandemic. she didn't know. and i wonder what it would have been like if she knew. of course she's writing about her life years before, but even recollected life must be different in the pandemic. in fact, as a reader i can't read any book now without my pandemic mind. i recollect thoughts before the pandemic when i felt like something was ending without ending, now it feels like like after yet during.  end during.