i miss my boy comet and my girl hilde.

damn this pandemic. hilde is sanguine, she bides her sweet time, she's naturally philosophical, a little sad, but not too sad, only missing the morsels the quarantine people casually tossed before the corona came—but comet yearns, and he chafes, and he whines, about the pandemic change of life, and i want to cry (i'm reminded)—i want to cry, the way he feels—i feel the same way, i'm a frustrated boy, and when we walk on and he looks back wondering why we walk the other way away, i want to cry.