Isolation from quarantine is having the effect of people not rushing ahead to go through the doors…

It’s having the appearance of politeness and in this world we apparently will take what we can get and rebrand with a positive spin!

The air is clean and quiet.

Because most have stayed at home.

The price of gas is falling fast.

And I never more will roam.

Cause the virus has its grip on me.

I’ve developed this painful cough.

My fuel is low with nowhere to go.

My last stop? I’m getting off…

The fever broke, I’m feeling fine.

In this clean and quiet air.

The price of gas is back on track.

And the world is far from fair.

Technology’s shiny exposure of vulnerabilities have risen to the surface as wave after wave of fear, selfishness and self serving reactions shows us who we truly are.

‘George Costanza running out of the building towards the exit, pushing seniors and children aside yelling, ‘FIRE!!’

Hopefully uninfected.

I’m going to cook a chicken and catch up on some reading and writing.

Occasionally I will look out the window.

Hopefully uninfected. Work is done.

I’m going to cook a chicken and catch up on some reading and writing.

Occasionally I will look out the window.

McLuhan and Joyce await.

Everyone has left the cool kids table. They’re all out buying toilet paper at Costco…

There’s no coming back from this one. Fears have been exposed and laid back cool is just a myth.

Long live the King. The king is dead. Killed by you and I.

Dennis Mantin

OMG!

Theatre of the mind.

Trump, Toilet Paper and Face Masks

Tragedy so sad it’s difficult not to laugh.

She said she was a dancer but she doesn’t dance no more.

It seemed like all the light and good was locked behind some door.

She reminds me of my mother, who all said she could sing.

Except I never heard that voice and no coaxing could it bring.

I sometimes watch my daughter and that light that’s in her eyes.

I will fight with all I have to keep her spirits on the rise.

It’s can’t all be sunshine, in the darkness we have dreams.

And that’s the fire we need to stoke or it all busts at the seams.

Waiting on forces out of our orbit and control.

Breath, one after the other, accepting what comes.

Fear is rampant however not total; cooler heads prevail.

Distant futures will look back on this time with mixed reviews.

This might be considered by some to be taking too heavy a shot at low hanging fruit, however, to the woman in Australia who put the last 21 packages of toilet paper at the Woolworths she was shopping at, in her cart… “You probably have larger issues than a pandemic. I hope you get the help you so desperately need and I have no doubt that some mental health professionals in your area will recognize your symptoms and offer their support.”

Fear manifests itself in many ways and neurosis and psychosis are in full expression worldwide.

This leaves ample opportunities for the more fortunate among our citizenry to help our less fortunate and fragile brothers and sisters.