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
