March 16, 2020
Pan- ic demic demonium dora’s box broken open on the world like an egg hit real nice, got anxiety on the rise, a plague of what- if? now? next? the-fuck’s-with-the-toilet-paper? People. It’s a virus. It’s a war: We’ve got science; it’s got neither predictability nor form, just pure thirst for 7.8 billion warm bodies and the silence of a ghostly assassin, crossing borders like a viral hashtag; crashing Wall Street like bureaucratic incompetence. Feeling confident? Stay home anyway, if you can, and practice this sentence: I will stay calm and carry on washing my hands, buying only what I need, and silencing racism. Now’s the time to let the professionals speak, to take action toward stasis. Feeling restless? Now’s the time for art to spread wider than Corona, to lift the masses like social distancing raises all of our chances of survival. Welcome to the fight: Isolate. Create. Share. Reciprocate those likes and please, let’s keep each other safe.