There are three narratives that happen when you take. a walk in nature. The first is what you see. The second narrative is what you hear. The third narrative is the dialogue in your head as you pass through the trees and smell the air. This is the thirteenth installment of the Corona Diaries. This one took me the longest to make. I am beginning to trust my camera work, my voice, my editing, and sometimes my own image. As school ended i became frustrated, impatient, anxious to move onto new places and old communities of artists and friends. I still stit between overly cautious liberals and reckless libertarians as the clock ticks. I am seeing the pandemic as man’s breakdown with his earth riding on ruined habitat and climate change. We are at war with ourselves and our world.. Our mirror is cracked.