"These next weeks and months will be demanding in ways that are hard to fathom.
If New Yorkers are in hiding, the virus has shown a knack for seeking.
But with time, life will return to the city....
The doors will open and we will leave our homes. We will meet again. We will greet our friends, face to face...
Children will attend class with their teachers.
Sidewalks and stores and theaters will fill.
Remnants of the crisis--a box of nitrile gloves, a bag of makeshift masks, containers of drying Clorox wipes--will be tucked away, out of sight and out of mind.
We'll forget a lot about our city's suspended life.
But we will remember what, and who, we lost.
We'll remember the time squandered.
And we will remember the sound of seven o'clock."
--David Remnick, editor
New Yorker
These last two months, the New Yorker has never seemed so connected. Dozens of contributors have filled the magazine with gulp-making content, dispatches from a distant war front. If you've missed Remnick's weekly journal of our most ridiculous times, this would be a fine time to start.
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