We're about a full two months into this quarantine business here in the great commonwealth of Massachusetts, which means about two full months of this daily nonsense, when I've made eye contact with about five people and my social life is a question of planning trips to the grocery store. The inevitable question, hanging out in the corner of each locked up room, looms larger and larger each day - is this it?
No, not the lockdown - God help us all if we want TOA's input about the lockdown, we'll all have our Corona faster than a bunch of freshman whipping out their fake IDs on spring break. I mean when will this end, the thing we are in right now, the daily proper corona admins. Sure, it was all fun and games when it started, but I must be honest reader, I thought we'd have a week or two of it at the most, and after I look at everything I've said, sometimes I wonder - is this it? Is this it???
So why continue? If everything's great, do I need to remember? And if not, what do I have to say that hasn't already been said, by someone actually suffering? It's hard to explain, but here goes - I say all these things, I play the long game, I like it right here, it's always the same, I'll watch my TV, the new story's old, they think I'm so dumb, they fear I'm so bold, I'll sit here and see, myself against me, eat wine and drink cheese, it's locks without keys, I coughed on my knees, but no one's near me, I'm trying you see, it's hard to explain.
