Simply Noting
Is it social alchemy or might it quitepossibly be social anarchy, the situationthat otherwise obedient populations findthemselves in being ordered to self isolatesocial distance, remain secluded in theirhomes. Sleep at home, eat at home, workfrom home, socialize from home, shopfrom home. In short become a recluse ina desperate bid to avoid becoming a corpse.Or at the very best, inconvenienced byillness, even made extremely ill by a nastyvirus that has bioscientists and epidemiologistsconfused and uncertain themselves. Who totrust? Evidently not WHO. Whom otherwiseto look to for direction? Depends since afrightened public is wary of all advice giventhat those decision-makers are themselvesleft to gamble on suppositions while otherspredicate their orders on directly oppositetheories. One thing, however, seems clear.Under normal conditions the streets thatwithout fail are clear of walkers and the roadsthat normally are thronged with vehicleshave undergone a reversal. Now, streets arefull of people pushing strollers, teens walkingstarry-eyed together, children playing gamesriding bicycles, runners, families strolling inthe fresh air, while the roads are absent cars.
Saturday, April 25, 2020
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