Under the Corona {3}

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What I saw this morning through my window…

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.

Under the Corona {2}

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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?

Covid-19 {1}

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A symbol of these times. Self isolation to beat those little friends of ours, bent on disrupting the passing of the hours, the days, as if our survival as a species is hardly ever being questioned. Until recently, when those nasty yet beautiful viruses started racing to play havoc with our lives, our economies.

I am used to my own company, I enjoy my own company, thus these past few days have been not much different than my normal daily life. Although I miss my daily walks, a camera in search of the excitement of that instant when the world around us achieve some resemblance of sense, an image as testimony of that moment.

A check out young woman on the supermarket was slightly reproachful of my purchase of a rather large amount of cat food. No, I was not hoarding: seven cats eat quite a bit, that was my normal weekly shopping. As restrictions are being placed on the number of items we can purchase from supermarkets, plan is being formulated in my head for sources of cat food apart from my usual supermarket.

And, yes, washing my hands…