Um | Dia Qualquer 2020

Dinner was whatever was left in the fridge. Zoom called. We said we were fine. We weren't lying. We weren't telling the truth.

It wasn't a holiday. No confetti, no cake. Just a Tuesday, maybe a Thursday — days had started to blend into one another. um dia qualquer 2020

Here’s a suggestion for a poetic or reflective text based on (Portuguese for "any given day 2020"): "Um Dia Qualquer 2020" Dinner was whatever was left in the fridge

The mask was on the table by the keys. The hand sanitizer, half-empty, stood guard by the door. Outside, the world held its breath. Inside, a screen glowed — work, news, silence. We weren't lying

At midnight, I opened the window. The sky was the same as 2019's — still vast, still quiet, still pretending nothing had changed.

That day, nobody died — at least not in my street. But nobody laughed either. Not really.