Hey! It's your Palliandra reporting from New York on at the end of week nine of quarantine.

And if my voice sounds vaguely uppity, that's because I'm outside for the first time today.

It's sometime in like the second or third

or, you know, 17th week of May. And the sun has been out all day. And I like, you know,

read on some news blog called Accuether that it was 65 degrees and sunny. And I'm not going to say that I didn't believe it to be true,

but my bedroom was just so damn cold

and my like toes were turning all purple and shit,

so I didn't pay much attention to it.

And if I sound really clear,

it's because I just pulled my mask off

because I needed to breathe in the fresh air.

It's one of those like vaguely crisp but also perfectly warm spring into summer nights

that remind you why you live here, if that is you live here. It's like you know that feeling

when you breathe in and it's it's like it's cold out,

so you can't breathe in as deeply as you want

because the air is so cold?

This is the first time I've been able to breathe in really deeply,

like all the way in, listen.

And it's not cold at all.

It's perfectly still air. It's one of those nights in New York.

I just walked past what I call Restaurant Row on Lafayette Street in New York, and the streets are like basically vacant.

I can count one, two, three, four, five, six, seven people in my periphery right now,

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