it was queer

he didnt know which would be more appropriate

to assume or say that novel coronavirus played into his hands or he played into its

social commentary was that people forced to quarantine stay indoors stay separate of others not enjoy restaurants or bars or public gatherings exceeding ten wearing masks was somehow difficult and that they were becoming despondent angry and willing to disregard defy health protocols and medical science

for him it was a innate coin toss

wake in the morning and flip

heads extroverted

tails introverted

frankly didnt matter to him

he was a mild introvert who could tolerate when necessity demanded that he be extrovert

those casual causal roles he played reminded him of his mollusc pliant abilities

                                                                                   frankly he reminded himself of the slug who emerged in the moonlight and wound a crisscrossing trail  meandered on the freshly tarred drive and left this morning an artful fine etching in slickedsilver of how it spent its night and slipped away beneath the bushes before the sun rose

          a beautiful cursive somethingqueer it seemed to him that while a slug or snail practised a rudimentary writing children werent  they fingered keyboards if they were fortunate used crabbed hand which is to be their expression  their mark 

fuck it just make an X in blood 

                                  technology will ID their DNA and confirm who they are or perhaps their identity will be informed by implanted chips 

he was happy to associate himself with a fledgling mollusc 

                                                              elastic  adaptable

novel coronavirus placed no hardships on him

he could and had always entertained himself

what did that say about others who couldnt

he wouldnt say

though deficient tickled his tongue unimaginative turned on his tongue 

                                                                           maybe because for too long technology has informed and supplanted peoples perceptions  they chose to play programmers games played programmers imaginations  the muscles of their own imagination have grown weak  atrophied  it didnt seem to be worth the effort  and people are prone to take the easy way out

the school of hard knocks had become a criminal venture rather than the adventure of taking no ones wordtrusting no one and studying determining finding out for oneself

unearthing evidence to support the truth

 

it  was   queer 

                   seems the life he led was practise for novel coronavirus 

perhaps lonesome

but not alone

 

1851,  Sunday,  18  10. 20

1551,  Thursday,  22  10. 20

Cream  Tales of Brave Ulysses  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J2CCfxiQ5QY