The mask I wore for the Pandemic
was one made for me special
by a friend who has a way with a needle and thread.
Then I lost it.
The she made another.
Then I found the original again.
I guess there’s no harm in having more than one mask.
I really only maintained one.
Now, I tend not to wear any
even though it’s probably smarter to be safe.

It’s the Flitcraft Story,
all over again,

Where you get used to traumatic experiences,
and then get used to not traumatic experiences.

It’s a Hammett thing; you wouldn’t understand.