EDITOR’S NOTE: Below, find the latest diary entry, then other October content. Click here for the September entries. Click here for the August entries. Click here for the July entries. Click here for the June entries. Click here for the May entries. Click here for the April entries. Click here for all March entries . My CoviDiary is reprinted, with the author’s permission, from its original publication via maxburbank.wordpress.com.
Oh, and by the by, we’ve stopped deleting the “uc” part of Mr. Burbank’s liberal use of the “F” word because, well, when he invokes it, it’s in the service of a righteously angry response to the times we’re living in. So, you know, Trigger Alert: Spicy language abounds, should you choose to proceed ahead.
My CoviDiary: 10/06/2020: 27 Things I Will Not Be Talking About In This Entry
BY MAX BURBANK | Here’s my sense of the moment; You, like me, like in fact all of us, as in everyone worth mentioning, despite what pleasure and catharsis can be take come to, nevertheless sometimes need a break. I invite you to reread that sentence, as it is a doozy, and a little hard to follow, but I tell myself it makes readers invest more if you make them work a little, or just quit reading, and it’s not as if I’ll know, either way. I’d try to make myself a bit clearer in the second draft, but I made a vow on that long ago night my parents were murdered in an alleyway to never under any circumstances write a second draft of anything, and also to become a creature of the night, as criminals are a superstitious, cowardly lot.