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.
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. um dia qualquer 2020
At midnight, I opened the window. The sky was the same as 2019's — still vast, still quiet, still pretending nothing had changed. The mask was on the table by the keys
I remember checking the time at 3:14 PM. Sunlight cut through the blinds in that lazy, indifferent way it always does. Somewhere, a car passed. Somewhere else, someone coughed behind a closed window. Inside, a screen glowed — work, news, silence
Here’s a suggestion for a poetic or reflective text based on (Portuguese for "any given day 2020"): "Um Dia Qualquer 2020"
That day, nobody died — at least not in my street. But nobody laughed either. Not really.