Maybe because of how much I miss human interaction, maybe because I’ve lost my faith in so much else: I believe in books, at least the ones that feel like primal screams, in ways I never have before.
Had I known lockdown was around the corner, I would have savored this last communion more intentionally, lingered in this intimate physical contact with a friend and a stranger.
Abraham Chapman, Richard Wright, LeRoi Jones, Langston Hughes, Ralph Ellison, W. E. B. Du Bois, Gwendolyn Brooks, Arna Bontemps, James Baldwin, and Malcolm X