Writing in the time of covid-19
A View From the Window C. D. Rose I crack open the window, noting how dusty it’s got, stick my head out of the narrow gap and look up and down the street I live on. To the left, there’s a late 70s low-rise industrial unit, steel mesh over its few windows, a corrugated plastic roof. A plume of white smoke still rises from the … Continue reading Writing in the time of covid-19