All this isolation has me regressing back into cocoon mode, where I forget about the outside world and the universe snugly fits into my safe little stay at home bubble.
And then I watched this 12 minute New York Times documentary about medical staff and morgue workers in Queens, U.S.A. and shit got real again. Instantly.
It’s crazy how statistics about death can become meaningless as they creep up, higher and higher. How they become more and more abstract. But seeing this doctor cry as he accepts the inevitability of his own father’s death says it all: it only takes ONE SINGLE PERSON close to you –your mother, your father, your child, your lover….–and shit instantly gets real again. As real as it ever gets.
All of this is fucking real for someone, right now, even if it’s not us.
Thinking of everyone going back outside and heading to the beach or worse, going clothes shopping, makes me feel slightly sick.
This was a useful wake up call for me, to remember that we are all in the same boat together. To remember why I’m staying home in the first place. It’s not just because I like being in PJs.
The world has become such a strange place . Masks everywhere. Plexiglass. Avoiding strangers like the plague. I feel like we’re living in Zombie-robot-land.
I feel overwhelmed.
I feel like “back to normal” is a dream that somehow got lost in the past.
BUT OTHERWISE, ALL IS GOOD.
Hang in there everyone,