Isolation
Isolation doesn’t bother me. Since a boy I’ve been a loner, an introvert, content alone in the sandpile or under a tree with a pen and composition book. But most of us are not so inclined. We are social beings. We crave interaction. And this is one of the insidious things of this lockdown, this social separation. It doesn’t help matters that the local brown shirts, now little despots, have closed access to practically any outlet. Parks, boat ramps, bike paths, you name it, they deem it their responsibility to keep us pent in, until we break or go insane. And I won’t even begin to dwell upon the knee jerk reaction of shutting all workers down, forcing them to be grateful the very government has thrown them a 1200 bone, while an arts endowment center gets millions. Is it any wonder the young man, let go of his job on Thursday, went on a rampage and destroyed a local church?
But who am I?
One cynical loner, that’s all.
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