maybe its simpler. maybe I just stopped paying attention to the effects of coronavirus on my so-called lifestyle, and, as a result, I missed the change that occurred.
It makes me want to blame technology, netflix, society, culture, but, maybe, this is already what I became.
It became normal to be like this, to wear this helpless boredom as second skin.
it truly is amazing how easy it was to forget all the hard-earned lockdown lessons. they're like songs sung from white porches of rich people's homes while they are on fire, but with a tendency to quieten down over the wreckage of smoldering bits that remain.
perhaps they were not pandemic lessons at all, maybe what pandemic truly meant and what i came to think of it were just two astral bodies in conjunction, false correlation, a bid to make all that powerlessness more explicable to myself.
To do something real and simple, to connect yourself to the metabolism of the world through your own, to allow yourself to contemplate the precious moment you call your own, to make sense of your own head, to only produce what feels right in the given moment and only take in what feels right - that is the most difficult way to be, made possible only by accumulated efforts of many, almost accidental in its pure rarity, but also one of the greatest lessons of pandemic stasis, more like a way from it, which is a bliss and a privilege, I am so grateful I can take it further and re-live now, when I don't have to use it as a survival tool anymore, so thank you, thank you
As the measures are relaxing, the sense of community is still dormant. What happened? Did we really just get used to this?