I look out my window morning, noon and night and see the Manhattan skyline in all its glory… despite cloudy days or rainy days and better yet on glorious sunny days or brilliant pink and orange sunsets… the city skyline is a majestic sight. This daily testimonial reminds me that the city survived the terrorist attack of the twin towers of the World Trade Center on 09-11. I console myself that although there are now many store front windows boarded up and many small businesses have closed, that New York remains a thriving city with a will to move forward. It helps on days like yesterday when I read that our country has lost 700,000 people to Covid. It helps on days when I read that 100,000 of those 700,000 died after the Covid vaccination was available and many of those deaths could have been prevented if people had chosen to be vaccinated. It is a tragic tale and more tragedy awaits us…but the sight of Freedom Tower lit at night or reflecting the setting of the sun or barely visible on foggy days is a reminder that nothing is over until it is over.
October 8, 2021
More than one year has passed, and I cannot yet process what happenned during this apocalyptic year. I cannot keep track how many aquiantances I have lost and how many have been infected, suffered and still struggling with finance and moving through this home stay practice. I feel like this is a another life and I shall be another person when it will be colpmetely over in near future. I travelled from Bangladesh to the USA during this pandemic, we lost jobs and survived with our savigns and stimulus package for the first time as a while collar professional family. I feel like, I am alive to see so many deaths and human mortality and uncertainty of our existence are more vivid than ever before. I do not know whether I could have been ever be able to process this experience. As I have found this journal, I thought to begin to write my feeling, experience in this journal form as living social history for the generations to come.
July 1, 2021