In the early days of the pandemic quarantine I felt confusion, fear, anger, and the physical manifestation of stress. Unlike most of my neighbors, I took short exercise walks in the eerie deserted streets. Gradually, discarded latex gloves, disposable face masks and disinfectant wipes began to appear in the neighborhood. People were not in public: they were isolated behind closed doors. I saw the discarded PPE as public evidence of hidden private tragedies occurring minute by minute.