A dreamy surrealist skyscape evoking Magritte’s clouds forms above a deserted block in West Philadelphia while a deadly virus besieges the city (view from my apartment). This scene suggests hope and beauty, a nourishing spiritual and imaginative diversion from anxiety, suffering, and death. What other world might the clouds suggest? Or, as the muted earth-toned, deserted balconies with their shadows and absence of communal social activity and the empty street depict, is any escape from the pandemic a fantasy?