Everybody’s thinking thinking.
It’s the final frontier before panic locks in to make thinking, finally redundant.
The racks may be empty at the supermarkets, but the information dealing with Covid is stacked to the ceiling. You can fill the trolley with it, no limits.
The frontier between thinking and panic is rich. It is almost the most fertile place from which to draw to produce the best yields.
We shouldn’t be grateful to find ourselves here, but we will take advantage as an option when pain and confusion are the other options available.
Covid’s scope is big enough also to stifle creativity, just as the big moments in history removed the voices of those who lived through them.
Is Covid too big to synthesise?
We are now imagining, a longer lasting depression than the last, populations devastated, previous world wars as hiccups.
We are only at the beginning, when we still imagined we had a voice. These are the good old days maybe.
It’s, it’s.
Day whatever.
BC. AD. AC