We Need More Stories About COVID

Before we forget.

Ryan Redmond


Photo by Gabriella Clare Marino on Unsplash

I don’t write enough in my journal.

However, I have two random journal entries from 2020.

Friday, September 11, 2020

A wildfire burns nearby, smoke fills the air, and clogs the sky. Another day spent alone, in my 240 sq. ft. cone. Isolation wouldn’t be so bad, if I had a partner in my pad. Loneliness is a symptom of 2020. Luckily, wine is the cure of 2020.

Friday, October 9, 2020

Reread the above. Not a fan. Couldn’t get through an episode of “Ozark.” It depressed me. Luckily, it’s bread week on British Bake Off.

Yes, that first entry with the terrible rhyming was a sad attempt at poetry, and I’m glad I recognized that poor writing weeks later.

These entries are strange to me for a few reasons.

Firstly, I’m terrible at keeping a journal. I always end up buying moleskin notebooks that go untouched.

Last year, I started another journal. However, this is a Word document instead of another notebook that I’ll inevitably lose.

Secondly, the lack of details is odd, as if it would all come back to me in an instant with these little words. Why didn’t I write more about what I was up to those days? Reading it back, I remember nothing about that time.

Lastly, this is strange because such a monumental life changing global event should have much more documentation. Especially from a writer!

As much as journaling is important to me and anyone who wants to record their life, it is equally important to write the story of such a life-changing experience.

There isn’t much about the pandemic in regards to literature or art for that matter.

Sure, Hollywood knocked out a few lockdown pieces but none compare to what we truly need. Deep emotional work.