November
Text and photo for the project “Dette Året” where 52 photographers document the year of 2020. Click here for more info.
When the country closed down in march we said at least its not november. But then november came. And with it a new lockdown. The number of newly infected are rising and the days fade into each other. I work around the clock as a freelance in combination with a temporary position that lasts until christmas. I travel back and forward to a neighbour city and watch the view glide past me and become as blurry as my memory. What did I do last week? I’m inside my head and forget the bike at the grocery store.
My mind has been concerned since march. First about the virus, disease and death. Then for the economy, my profession and for those I know who are struggeling. Its like everyone is down these days. Personally I go crazy about not seeing anyone else but my boyfriend. I’m tired. We fight. We make up. We go in and out of quarantine.
The covid-test hurts. My mom asks if I should get a safer job. Grandma asks if I should get children. I forget three scarves on the train during october and november and will soon get braces. We buy shellfish dinner on sale, I try to comfort my students and I see how the pavement shines towards me. And look, there’s a car looking like a zebra. I have to try to remember that.
