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. Don’t want to say this, but we ARE in this together.
In times of confusion, something that matters is allowing yourself to process your emotions, with whatever tool 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 gently throwing money from the air. Does the amount define the duration of this whole thing? What comes after?
But 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 tsunami 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.
Some days, if you don’t open the news and have no one sick in your surroundings, life in quarantine can seem quite wonderful. There’s time, there’s space, there’s still money.
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.
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, often cursed by an eternal self-interest, are finding themselves in the collective. Maybe for the first time in their adult age, a responsibility of an historical significance has been given. And before we go any further let’s admit – a responsibility of a 2 year old.
When you see a bold 'Covid-19' somewhere, you know you’re at the right place – yes, this information is for you.
But 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 in overgrown hair and shapeless clothes. Maybe 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.
– April, 2020