Pandemic Reflections
I Lived My Pandemic on Medium
There is always a new voice, always a new idea. It never quiets here.
I often describe Medium as an incredibly busy intersection on the internet. A massive amount of overlapping activity happens here at once. Writers and readers are everywhere you turn — some on their daily commute, some parked with no plans of leaving, some visiting for the first time, some lingering in doorways, seated on rooftops, or clustered in conversation.
As an editor for Medium, I stand at this intersection every day.
I read countless stories in depth, and catch glimpses or jagged corners of others. One person’s idea leads me to another and another — I move from the grimy sidewalk to the shiny lamppost to the packed sea of bodies inching across the pavement. There is always a new voice, always a new idea. It never quiets here.
More people were suddenly with us, more groups clustered, more horns honking, more shouts, more tears, more warnings, more stories.
Last March, the intersection shook with alarm as though an earthquake had cut it in half. A confounding new virus was suddenly among us and there was work to be done to…
