Streets seems so desolate devoid of people… Cities feel incomplete when the folks who populate their streets are no longer there, crouching at home before the TV sets or computer screens, following the rapid take over of the world by the minuscule invaders from an irate planet…
Stockpiles of nuclear weapons laid completely useless in their silos or submarines, stock shares wringing their hands in vain to avoid their disappearance in the what will be long forgotten cracks of memories. A chapter of human history that no one will have any desire to know. Like those photographs from Stalin times, what happened in early 2020 will have been erased a long time ago.
A testimony of humanity’s follies, who will have any desire to remember it? Perhaps within a museum of horrors, a note of that time when greed nearly destroyed Earth.
Renamed this blog thread. I toyed with Love and Death in Times of Coronavirus, after a novel by Gabriel Garcia Marquez,however,I felt that it was too truculent. Love, yes; but I am not dead,not yet. Then I came with Under the Corona, a transition from Gabriel Garcia Marquez to Malcolm Lowry. It doesn’t feel as carrying so much baggage. I am using the original name of the epidemic, as I just like the way it sounds.
The rapid spread of the virus has underscored the fragility of our societies, of, in short, capitalism. A predatory economic doctrine which has been systematically laying waste the environment, within which humans are just another species, yet we have managed to usurped , and displaced, most of the other species to the fringes of nature, staring at the abyss of extinction.
Will us, humans, be able to survive such an scenario?