Niktazia Roldan

Little Black Book

This whole digital world has been my predominate form of communication during this pandemic. Sometimes I hate it. And I get it, obviously it serves a purpose because we have our limitations with physical interaction; we should be grateful that we have an easier way to talk to each other compared to years ago when people had to travel on horses to send and receive letters. Blah, blah, blah. I exhale. As cynical as I sound, I have a valid reason why I “hate” it so much. Each time I FaceTime my boyfriend, Raul, I yearn to talk to and hold him in person, but I’m constantly reminded that time and distance is a disrupter in how we envisioned our current life to be. It’s been hard without Raul physically here. Gosh, I wish he could see how empty the train carts look. It’s oddly peaceful yet weird.