Global cases: 4,716,983; Deaths; 312,385
Since I wrote last the cases have near doubled and the deaths have kept pace. The numbers have become numbers, inevitably, as humans do as we do. Our attention span has evolved for daily challenges, not monthly ones, and as the lockdown days prolong into weeks, we cede our attention to thoughts of liberation from the lifestyle cancer of lockdown.
We are accustomed in our time to the lifestyle diseases of cancer and heart ailments. A Victorian virus leaves us grasping for breath, and demands of us a different calculation, one where the very air we breathe, and not the amount of saturated fat we consume, is the harbinger of health.
Jesus! Time to get and stay stoned. Really!
This pandemic has become as bad as the worst prognosis indicated. It kills it spreads it’s resistant to treatment, and the promise of a vaccine lies beyond the horizon of our here and now. Humanity is well and truly not fucked but on the back foot for sure.
Time for me, 2 month into this craperoo, not sick from the virus, but sick of the virus, time to say adieu mother fockers…cos I is going to bed! Over a trout.