We’re Almost Certainly Not All in This Together
Some people want to jump into erupting volcanoes. Should you give a fuck if they do?
It’s been about a month of people playing acoustic guitars constantly. If we’ve learned anything about how to play the Pandemic Game (and there’s no reason to think we have learned anything) it is that by staying in our houses and apartments all the time, we can hypothetically save lives. This assumes quite a bit. Like what if the Coronavirus is a ghost that fucks you while you sleep until you die? That is a remote, but possible scenario, that would explain a lot. Dead bodies spread Coronavirus. People with no symptoms still have Coronavirus. It was being transmitted in November. If you wait until tomorrow, more contradictory and also somehow true things will have been learned by scientists and published quickly about this virus. And yet somehow we’ll still not really know anything. Like I click that thing that says ‘I am not a robot’ every time it comes up. But I have no idea whether I am a robot or not. Who knows anything these days?
The danger of a pandemic is that it’s a totally new thing you don’t know how to deal with, like Fiona Apple’s new record. Like is it a 10/10? My favorite music reviewer, Mr. Lester Bangs, went from hating Metal Machine Music by Lou Reed to (possibly sarcastically) loving it in a week. And he didn’t even have the internet…
