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Quarantine by Jeffrey Norcutt ENG 10

It was an eerie, yet oddly comforting sight. The streets once lined with traffic were now empty and

lined with pedestrians, outsiders to suburban living. Every time a phone is opened, a TV powered on,

and a browser stimulated, the constant reminder of the count, the “frantic struggle,” and the fear is

reintroduced. The rush created by society, for a moment, wasn't visible in it, as if it needed to hit the

pause button all along, but the lost remote was a much farther reach than the coffee table. And so I

drove, overwhelmed with contentment, enjoying the journey mindless of the destination, wondering

if the community birthed by the pause will exist when the storm calms, and if the eye of the storm

itself will cause a greater disaster. And as I observed the masses, a wave of irony brought back my

consciousness. The societal issue of complacency, and of self isolation in an overbooked world was

for that moment, healed by a disease.

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