A walk around the block, a trip to the grocery store, a socially distanced meetup in a neighbor’s driveway. The span of our physical world has gotten small these past few months—very freaking small. Yet weirdly, along the way, our everyday surroundings, the spaces and the streets and the buildings we look at all the time but never really see, feel different. The mundane—a woman sitting on a bench, a cyclist, an empty bus—has become extraordinary.
Continue reading here on Esquire.