Despite extravagantly rich and diverse geographical blessings, from snow-capped Alpine slopes to crystalline Mediterranean shores and the exquisite soils of Champagne and Bordeaux, since monarchical times, the country has principally understood itself along a simple binary: Paris/province. ‘‘Night, night,’’ she said. It was as though, through a strange mental confluence, no doubt exaggerated by the situation we are all in, I had swapped places with Caroline. Even outside these meetings, quarantine was enacting a daily alchemy with the abstract truisms of recovery, making them concrete: One day at a time meant not knowing how long quarantine would last. A decade later, quarantine was nothing if not searing and undeniable — the broken-record quality of our daily lives insisting on the same rooms, the same people, the same routines. But none of these things were possible right now. If she misses, though, the thorns will be what she catches. As a parisien d’adoption, I am only semicognizant of where I may fit at any given time into the French social fabric. We live in Geneva in a pretty small apartment. Covid-19 has many terrible effects, but one that is particularly quiet and strange is how it has unmoored us from that familiar expectation. In Bruegel’s drawing, there are three beekeepers and a fourth person, whose body is turned away from us. Instead, I saw myself in Caroline’s shoes, walking through the empty museum to look at the Gainsborough. It would be more pleasant to walk literally anywhere else, but I need to be within sprinting distance of home in case the anxiety takes a stomach-related expression. Sometimes I’d be distracted or horrified by the sight of my own face in the corner — wondering if my expression communicated enough attention, compassion or openhearted presence — but one of the best things about speaker mode was that it let me scroll away from my own face so I didn’t see it at all. The bug has no choice. So I set down a week’s worth of observations, hoping to capture, with no attempt at being comprehensive, a time when my feelings were as raw as my understanding of what was happening. I would have been relishing some overheard snatch of absurdity on the street. Yesterday’s death toll from Covid-19 in New York State was 997 people. They were masked and clad in the full-body white suits of the familiar new priesthood. It was spreading everywhere. I believe it, the way you wake up in the middle of the night on a trans-Atlantic flight and believe: I am 35,000 feet above sea level, moving at tremendous speed through freezing air. A few days after I lost my sense of taste and smell, I started seeing articles about this new symptom. This is why, we agreed passionately, free access to museums is essential. The baby was stillborn. It was a chorus of disembodied voices trying our best, straining or fumbling or sometimes surging toward gratitude; acknowledging all the loss and terror around us without trying to redeem it. Recently, such cultural and political insolubility has provoked serious societal consequences. Huge numbers of daily wage earners, street traders and informal workers have to feed themselves and their dependents. The underside of a dusty cloth has the cozy, filthy horror of a yellow Q-tip. A few years later, during World War II, he more nakedly used his camera as a tool for propaganda: He photographed military personnel in strategic meetings, captured machine gunners and pilots in action and documented the optimistic faces of young recruits. Yesterday’s death toll from Covid-19 in New York State was 957 people. The little sister’s hand is already extended halfway there. Those are the facts. ‘‘It felt like something from ‘Lord of the Rings,’ ’’ my friend told me. Terrible things happen in there: a campaign of grisly desolation that would put most horror movies to shame. (Sloppy, as I expected.) Only seltzer remained. ‘‘The only real thing that exists in the painting is the absence, the hole. Have we not observed how a picture can suddenly become significant to our culture while another, equally good, perhaps even better, recedes from our attention? Practice had barely made OK. Without thinking, I’ve restarted my habit of gathering up the strands and tying them into a bun on my head, grasping at anything familiar. I thought about skin as it floated through the air, landed on the bureau, remade itself as dust. I am so, so tired of endlessness: the unrelenting boredom, the cycles of self-pity, the constant systemic breakdown, the eternity of death. The emphasis always seems to be on the before and the after, never the during. Le Parisien reported that ‘‘more than a million residents left the Paris region before confinement,’’ based on geolocation data collected by Orange, the country’s largest mobile-phone service provider. The caterpillar stays inside because it has to. Brian Rea is an artist in Los Angeles. In these bruising days, any delicately made thing quickens the heart. Quarantine didn’t just take things away; it revealed — with a harsh, unrelenting clarity — what had already been lost. These days, DJ Nice is hosting parties that are viewed by a huge audience on Instagram Live. Something that was in the moment but that also transcended it. At some point my ribs became countable. (One comment to the tutorial read: ‘‘Shout-out to all my black girls who still don’t understand how to cornrow even after watching all the videos on YouTube.’’) I wore them for four days anyway, a giddy black Pippi Longstocking. Still, the mayor of La Baule, Yves Métaireau, estimated that the population had swelled to more than 40,000 inhabitants from 17,000. Here they are. It made me understand the possibility, and the variety, of the future — how changing one detail can make the whole world look like a different place.’’ — R.K. ‘‘I’m always taking pictures, and I often use times like this, when I’m not working, to play with different techniques. Magic! Victorian metaphors are tantalizing, with cosseted elites at home baking bread as labor outside is ruthlessly exploited. Is it cozy and peaceful? The words Samuel Beckett wrote to his friend Alan Schneider in 1963 feel like a lifeline: ‘‘I offer you only my deeply affectionate and compassionate thoughts and wish for you only that the strange thing may never fail you, whatever it is, that gives us the strength to live on and on with our wounds.’’. In Britain, comparisons to the Second World War have become a refrain of the Covid-19 crisis. In quarantine, I, too, have been ravenously bingeing. There are four grinning daffodils in a clear vase. 3 steps to disable iMessage and not lose your mind. Both my wife and I had a longing to be in nature, especially at a time like this. On top of it all — or as a fundamental aspect of this imbalanced relationship — there is that unusually high proportion of second-home ownership (even if it’s worth noting that these homes, while lovely, are typically modest). Photographs, letters. Illustration by Brian Rea.Molly Young is a contributing writer for the magazine and the literary critic for New York magazine. The aim of LoseTheGame.com is to infect the entire world! During one morning of considering I felt my head entering the wall, or sort of dipping in and out of it. We did it, and we are doing it, every day. Instead, he recommends ‘‘ground living’’: banishing furniture in favor of endless variations on squatting and kneeling. He has climbed up a tree, presumably to take the eggs out of a bird’s nest. He would, as many expected, soon order total home confinement. Everything is on hold. . I had worn braids not for vanity but for control: without them, my hair, emboldened with its own direction, often looks the way it wants to, which can be different every day. He later traveled to Argentina, where he photographed bodies mingled in tango and took several disturbing shots as he turned around the muscular tug and pull of a wild horse some gauchos had chained to a tree under the blazing midday sun in order to tame it. But it wasn’t just that. Eventually — not on the first day, or the 20th, but maybe on the 100th, or the 400th — the whole world began to open up. Over the course of a routine internet stroll, I discovered a ‘‘natural lifestyle coach’’ named Tony Riddle. Calories are usually used to measure the energy content of foods and beverages. The word ‘‘consider’’ implies, correctly, that these thoughts at no point turned into actions. During the thickest, shivery days of my illness — when it was just me and my daughter and a photo-copy of my divorce settlement on a closet shelf, tucked beneath our stash of cloth masks — it was as if her tiny, restless body were living for both of us: tasting for us both, seeking pleasure for us both, radiating energy for us both. I signed divorce papers just a month before the city started shutting down, and as the lockdown’s restrictions drew an increasingly tight perimeter around every household, they cast into sharper relief the ways mine had been gutted. "If I Ever Lose My Faith in You" is a song recorded by English singer Sting. It would probably be for the best. But after six weeks of studiously avoiding any kind of contact or even proximity with strangers, I also flinched at the idea of that kind of bodily communion; it seemed an impossibly beautiful constellation of perilous exposures. What she came to understand during that time is something I have been late in learning. In times of crisis, whether man-made or the result of the pestilent ‘‘flail of God,’’ as Camus so memorably phrased it, Parisians who can are wont to chase their safety to the provinces. With them, I look exactly the same, day in and day out, and I don’t have to do a thing. Ruge was interested in speed. Surrender existed on all scales. It was like a switch had gone off, my verbal ability to convey what was going on in my mind and body was gone. Sam Anderson is a staff writer for the magazine and the author of “Boom Town,” a book about Oklahoma City. Members are pacifists who renounce private property, live simply, dress modestly and — to judge by the official Bruderhof website — have a distinctive sense of humor. Illustration by Brian Rea.Helen Macdonald is a contributing writer for the magazine and the author of the best-selling memoir “H Is for Hawk.” She last wrote for the magazine about Brexit and the ancient British ritual of swan upping. His photobook "Fernweh" was published in February. Dust, as a collective noun, means almost nothing. . The day we left, after a week of growing alarm over the spread of the novel coronavirus and decreasing freedom in the attempt to limit the contagion, starting with the closure of schools and swiftly followed by the shuttering of all nonessential businesses, President Emmanuel Macron was scheduled to address the nation in the evening. Hubris, cruelty, and next thing you know, an entire generation is brought to grief. A friend recently sent me his phone’s weekly screen-time report. But what I want is to be directly confronted with the fact, the enormity, the irreducible sadness of all these deaths. Your brooding self disappears, and when you return to yourself, your mental suffering has been lessened. Yesterday’s death toll from Covid-19 in New York State was 1,003 people. I affixed it to my camera, using it to photograph my garden. Let’s not forget that in our horrendous confusion — in spite of it, because of it — we managed to do something amazing. The numbers are bad in Massachusetts, over a hundred per day at the moment, but nowhere near as grim as in New York. 05. We are confused and miserable and terrified and heart-broken. They’re one of the first things we learn about the natural world. But now I was utterly compelled by it.’’, Thomas Gainsborough’s ‘‘The Painter’s Daughters Chasing a Butterfly,’’ from about 1756, is a popular picture, one of those that are easy to dismiss. ‘‘The pictures hung on the walls in heavy silence.’’ But what unsettled her most was how the new atmosphere seemed to alter her relationship to the pictures. I regard doing my hair regularly with the same enthusiasm as brushing my teeth or filing expenses — banalities that counterbalance the dance parties and first dates and beach days of life. The older sister, however, has an inkling and seems to be both encouraging and restraining her sister. Mandatory confinement is scheduled to expire on May 11, but neither my wife nor I is so inclined to return to the city right away. We clap outside at 7 p.m. But the mind takes time to adjust. Will we honor the passion we felt for kindness? 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