Someone asked me recently if I was getting tired of being confined. I haven’t actually BEEN confined. For me this is not a lot different from my normal life. What’s missing is socializing with my friends but that happens very occasionally anyway. But psychically yeah, I feel confined.
I don’t think I’m alone. I think other people have had a challenge “knuckling down” to creative work. No artist can expect to be creative all the time. I know that, but there’s something different about this hiatus. Part of me doesn’t give a shit about anything at the moment. I think part of this is related to in execrable political bullshit that has grown up around it and OFFAL’s use of this virus to further his political agenda.
This morning I saw a video of hundreds — thousands? — of overweight young white people in a shallow pool in Missouri. The scene resembled the time LONG ago when I pulled out my trash compactor and saw thousands of maggots writhing on a piece of lunch meat. Among the things I’ve learned during this moment is that extraverts are really different from introverts. We might be different species.
That people are willing to deny clear, demonstrable evidence of danger to themselves and others so that they can stand around in lukewarm water with a bunch of strangers is completely incomprehensible to me.
Tomorrow, the big city in the San Luis Valley — Alamosa — is having a protest/parade in honor of Memorial Day (allegedly). The irony of THAT is more than I can handle. It will be an armed protest designed to “protect businesses from law enforcement and the health department.” The people involved actually believe they are honoring the fallen military and fighting for the rights of the American people in doing this. From where I sit, people are likely to stay away from Alamosa tomorrow, but who knows?
Thank god for the Big Empty.