Literature
+Pandemic Ponderings+
The pandemic has exacerbated some facets of humanity I beg must be addressed, met, named and faced. We stand on a cultural precipice where the damaged are turning in on themselves, folding like blank paper that's forgotten where their face is. The broken, unstable and more afraid than the rest of us are splintering, like fragments of jagged bone or glass from a lightbulb thrown against something unforgiving. Those healing, whole or in abundance are clinging to humanity in stark opposition of the damage the damaged are doing. They are creating community, sharing comradery and closing gaps between us and our neighbors and the thankless faces behind counters and plexiglass. Others have gone recluse, closing themselves willingly into home-shaped bunkers, comforted as they turn their locks and draw their blinds. Damaged outliers have become bombastic, slipping away into some uncouth corner of the internet, not to be seen again until they resurface on the nightly news in coverage of some
