PROJECTS: "I was dreaming when I wrote this". My three month diary of a pandemic: Diary_13

I drove outside at night to photograph during the quarantine. It was 10 p.m. but felt like 5 a.m. The streets were empty and people with face masks appeared and disappeared in empty streets.

I drove outside at night to photograph during the quarantine. It was 10 p.m. but felt like 5 a.m. The streets were empty and people with face masks appeared and disappeared in empty streets.