The Plague-19 | 2020
In the initial days of the COVID-19 pandemic, I, like many others, found myself confined to a daily routine centered around the view from my desk through the window. At first, we were preoccupied with mundane activities that we had previously overlooked, yet they constituted significant aspects of our lives. However, as the quarantine period extended, the stillness became overwhelming. The only respite from this monotony was found in nocturnal wanderings.
At the end of Albert Camus' novel "The Plague," when the epidemic has subsided and people are celebrating, he writes: "The plague never dies or disappears for good; it lurks patiently in bedrooms, cellars, trunks, and bookshelves." This haunting observation resonates deeply with those who have lost loved ones to the disease. During the quarantine, I found solace in wandering the city at night.
