REFLECTION: TWO WEEK QUARANTINE

I’m in quarantine at a small hotel in Taipei, at the corner of North Linsen and De Hui St. My breezy bunker for two weeks is shaped like a diamond, with the flat top part making up the windows that open outwards - much wider than windows in a tenth floor room where people are being kept in solitary confinement for two weeks should be allowed to open. But thankfully when I lean out the window, it is much more likely that I am leaning out the window to talk my fellow Fulbrighter and quarantine comrade living in the room below me than it is that I am eyeing the ground to see if it looks like a soft enough landing for escape.
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