2020 APRIL by James LaRowe
James LaRowe2020 APRIL My kids’ new favorite game is searching for signs of life in satellite photos. They crowd around the family computer to hunt for civilization in the most far-flung, godforsaken places on Google Earth. They’ve grown adept at spotting thin dirt roads etched along shorelines and valley floors, the needle-straightness of airstrips or docks, the unexpected glint of a lone, distant roof. I drink rosé in the kitchen doorway, waiting for the lasagna to cool, flicking through news on my phone: New symptoms have been identified…stores are running out of toilet paper and water…the stock market is up…the President tweeted. “Guys, look, buildings,” Emma says. “On an atoll.” “And a clay tennis court! They must be French,” Grace says. On the monitor, a dented sandy ring floats in azure, pocked on one side by a red smudge and a cluster of beige buildings. I walk over to kiss … chop! chop! read more!