#Does that mean sex, too.”

#Sex, too,” I explained. “It’s just another virus, not at all unlike the one you have.”

There was a long silence among the boys.

One disease could take more than we thought we could handle. Two was an abstraction.

We do get out at night. Our routine is to take a walk in the cemetery just after sunset because we are usually alone. And if we are not alone, we are left alone.

If I can’t make them busy, there’s a price to pay. Meltdowns are only meltdowns. Anyone could have one. Cabin fever is something we have wrestled with before. It’s been two weeks that we’ve endured being locked down. Not in public. It’s just us.

Food will be a problem soon enough. But I am not here to either bitch or complain. There are so many people (juvenile detention centers are disease breeding grounds on a good day) who are or soon will be in worse shape than we are.

We will get through this because getting past a disease and surviving is what we do.

We have a hundred thousand photographs we have never used. That’s over twenty years of doing photography. The clouds we keep the photo libraries on are like Proust remembering the context between the things we have power over, and the ghosts of things we do not.