by Emma Brockes on (#5FTG8)
In the last week, I said it getting into a cab, brushing past people and when meeting someone out of my bubbleWe stood in line, on Sunday afternoon, in the vast atrium of the Javits convention centre, 30 blocks south of my house. It’s a Fema-run site, staffed by the military, giving it an air of the inevitable third act – roll out the army! – to this interminable movie. One of my six-year-olds was with me and, catching sight of her, a young soldier bumped us to the front of the line. Ten minutes later, along with 7,500 other people at Javits that day, I had my second jab. Continue reading...