I spent the first pandemic fall living alone in a mobile home park by the beach in Malibu, where leathery older men watered their small patches of lawn and I learned to drive a golf cart—the local form of transport—to and from the supermarket. It often broke down and had to be pushed, but I have never driven a car, and so it still felt like freedom. I had a funny feeling of peace as I looked out on the Pacific Coast Highway, as if these were my last days of silence and I should burrow in as deep as I could. I napped a lot to the sound of speeding cars and held my dog to my chest, engaging...…I spent the first pandemic fall living alone in a mobile home park by the beach in Malibu, where leathery older men watered their small patches of lawn and I learned to drive a golf cart—the local form of transport—to and from the supermarket. It often broke down and had to be pushed, but I have never driven a car, and so it still felt like freedom. I had a funny feeling of peace as I looked out on the Pacific Coast Highway, as if these were my last days of silence and I should burrow in as deep as I could. I napped a lot to the sound of speeding cars and held my dog to my chest, engaging...WW…