By Hayden Mellsop “No theme this month. Just write about whatever is on your mind.” Words to instill fear into the heart of any columnist, at least this one. Where to begin? Without a focal point my imagination resembles something of a flat, featureless ocean. Me, bobbing at its center, scanning the horizon in all directions for sign of landfall, for something tangible to move towards. But this lack of direction also forces me to address the question: what is on my mind? Aside, that is, from the workings of a virus and being witness to the near-total breakdown of ...
