Sometimes I would go to the supermarket and say thank you to the cashier before they start scanning my products.
Thank you. I mean, Hello.
In times of confusion it's a pleasure to surprise yourself.
To keep things present.
To keep things clear. This is where we're at. And we are in this together.
In times of confusion, something that also matters is an ability to explore your own feelings, with whatever vehicle that is available to you.
For some it’s radio, for some - Instagram stories, for some watching this whole thing unfold on Bloomberg and mentally placing bets on future economic scenarios – "We'll see at the end of the week where this is going". Others are happy to be able to transfer their work to Zoom successfully at the age of 60. And some are just being flirty as they wait for the red to turn green. Because why wait.
All shops are closed. Except for food and, strangely.… flowers.
At some point, maybe 2 weeks in, it becomes clear that there’s going to be fresh grass growing right where right now a fire is blazing the shit out of everything. Different things will grow.
Forget dates, forget shows, forget opportunities you already took. This is a new beginning. And a new ground. New chances can be taken.
The governments are throwing money from a helicopter and if I were there I would be asking myself: is this the last of cash I will be seeing seeing in a while? What comes after? But I'm at home.
At least, for once, no one is breathing down your neck.
Last night I opened the window and my neighbour had a candle on hers, blasting “Someone Like You” by Adele in the middle of the night. Singing along.
Today, within 20 minutes at the park 5 strangers said ‘hello’. I saw a mom performing shoot dance to her toddler.
Seems like some people are enjoying themselves. In times like these the human spirit prevails through horrors and culture is turned to even by those who usually don't have the time for it.
Such quiet waiting and sweet freedom, for those lucky enough to find themselves healthy at home, can only signify a storm forming somewhere deep deep in the ocean. Something has to give.
David Attenborough says it is inevitable that people will seek refuge in nature. One of the things the increasingly technologised societies like ours non-deliberately distance themselves from.
Simply because things are Sent from an iPhone, on the way to the metro and evenings are dedicated to sex, no sex or Youtube or both.
Parks are full. Antennas are steep. The world is connected. And a new formation of virtual activity is coming together. Like a growing ball of flesh. It is present, it is real, it has arrived.
Some days, if you don’t open the news and have no one sick in your surroundings, life in quarantine can seem wonderful. There’s time, there’s space, there’s, thankfully, still money.
The overwhelming events are a living proof that life is bigger, as you might have suspected, but forgot. Feeling thrown and then held by a wave of unpredictable force makes one feel insignificant, yet loved. For some.
The losers, the confused ones, the in-between ones, in other words – the Millennials, usually cursed by an eternal self-interest, are finding themselves in the collective. Maybe for the first time in their adult age, a responsibility of a historical significance has been given.
When you see a bold 'Covid-19' somewhere, you know you’re at the right place – yes, this information is for you.
For once, we share the same concern.
“It was a strange time. Of fear, of uncertainty and of freedom.” - we would be saying in the future, only if this was the end of it.
But one day, still, we will walk outside wearing long hair and shapeless clothes. Most of us in sweats. With a raging internet addiction in our pockets. We’ll look at the sun, then at each other, and think: what did I do between 1 and 3 o'clock everyday for 2 months?
I have no idea. But it was sort of free.
Maybe things can be different.
To be continued.