I've never felt my privilege so keenly as I do now. I get to work. I get to work from home. I get to be safe. No one in my household has to put themselves in harm's way. We have food. We have everything we need and more. Hell, we got a beer delivery yesterday.
We can't sustain a state of emergency this long in our bodies and minds. The sheer mundanity of life under lock down is something I did not anticipate. My world shrinks and flattens.
The bigger world continues to spin in chaos, and the immediate future is bleak. But to concentrate on that now is a waste of energy. What control do I have?
Everything feels like a waste of energy.
I worry that our determination may falter if things don't get much worse or much better soon.
"Disasters are, most basically, terrible, tragic, grievous, and no matter what positive side effects and possibilities they produce, they are not to be desired. But by the same measure, those side effects should not be ignored because they arise amid devastation. The desires and possibilities awakened are so powerful they shine even from wreckage, carnage, and ashes. What happens here is relevant elsewhere." Rebecca Solnit
Wednesday, April 15, 2020
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