Well, We’re Here Now A NOTE ABOUT WHAT’S HAPPENING. AND I’M SORRY.
I WANT TO SAY I’M SORRY. I’m sorry we’re here. I’m sorry that our lives are so enveloped in this COVID-19 pandemic that I’m writing a column about it. It has been our lives. Our worries. Our pain. It’s been scary. And the scare is an invisible enemy. We’re told to fight by keeping distances from individuals. Don’t shake hands. Don’t hug. Keep your space in line. Don’t gather. Wash your hands. Use hand sanitizer. Sanitize everything.
For a species that depends on socializing, it’s painful. Our hands are raw from washing. And let’s not forget that many of us--of you and others are feeling the financial pain and burden tightening as well. And we’re so conditioned to this New World Order, that socializing on television and film is beginning to weird us out.
And it’s all from something nearly invisible to us. 6
May 2020
Typically, when sick, it’s visible. Pale skin. Glassy eyes. Hacking cough. The non stop runny nose. You see it. You avoid it. You send it home. But we can’t now. I could have had it. You could have had it. And if you didn’t have the severe symptoms, you didn’t know. Otherwise, symptom-free, you go to the grocery store. You stop because you have a flat tire and need to
make it to your next shift at the hospital. You didn’t know. And now that virus has spread. I’ve found myself recollecting moments from shows and movies (typically some form of horror, unfortunately), and one particular scene from the first season of The Walking Dead always stands out. It is early in the zombie pandemic. Rick leads his group into Atlanta to the CDC, which is in quite the lockdown (steel
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