DO YOU FEEL IT TOO?

Something’s coming to an end? Or is it just claustrophobia from these restrictions, controls & all else associated with this cursed virus?

The change in the air can't be denied. We're altered irrevocably.

Do you feel it too?

Sure, this situation can’t go on forever. But will we feel anything approaching the same about anything ever again? Don’t you feel the loss already?

People are beginning to approach the end of their tolerance for what’s going on. Our nature is social, we live or die by our relationships with others. Some think they don’t need people, that money alone will do... but it must be suspected that the lives of such people are narrow and quite empty of life at its best.

We wish we could achieve hibernation in our cocoons and that feels fine for a while, cozy, insular. We develop or destroy our most intimate relationships in a soft cell of our own creation. Our inner strengths or weaknesses are mercilessly or gratefully revealed. An outer violence or an inner peace emerges. Some lives are wrecked, others renewed.

There is no escaping this thing except in acceptance or rebellion. Till now acceptance has been the rule... but the edges of that acquiescence are fraying with each psychological tremor that gets more difficult to deal with as time goes on.

We hear more dissident voices questioning the enforcement of our safety. People begin to strain at this other-imposed leash. For some it is a fate almost worse than death, the death of normality, of usual sanity, of connection and light-mindedness... so much has become laced with fear, alloyed by danger, threatened by associations that have turned doubtful and questioned. “Should I?” “Shouldn’t I?”

The norms of life which were increasingly sanitized with new, shiny and reassuring cleanliness of metal, glass and stone within our safe cocoons have been invaded with fear of surfaces and the very air we breath. The 100% antiseptic and ultra-safe modernity we were promised by a thousand different products and procedures has been shown to be a sham. The old life of dirt and danger we saw in old reels of film have returned and we don’t know how our minds can cope with that.

We became divorced from the reality of this world and its myriad dangers. Far from jungles and the scrappy norms of the life of most of Earth’s inhabitants our psychologies became insulated, the merchandisers and marketers sold us a bubble of illusion, free from the world most of us billions face each and every day. We became the new effete, pale and sensitive to the dirt and grime that builds a resistance. We became Petri dishes for a modern plague.

And the pressure from all this is growing day by day...

Do you feel it too?