It's weird, the little things that have quite the emotional impact. Made all the more apparent as the seasons devolve into winter. A time where every little thing matters. The streetlights have been replaced. I don't remember this being done or when, but instead of those lofty quiet lozenges exuding a quiescent amber we now have austere sharp pinpricks of bright white. I'd always assumed the orange hue was chosen for residential areas because it wasn't fierce enough to keep people awake. I've no idea if that's true, but these new lights are bright and they blot out the horizon. When I go for a walk I can see across to the streetlights thereon. I find that oddly soothing; distant and comforting. But now that view is obscured. No one asked if I wanted that change, but then why would they.
Little things that change and can't go back. Little decisions like viruses. They spread and change things. Our society can't go back. It mustn't. We've seen under the table; we know how the trick is done now. The Wizard of was is a corrupt old media baron, pulling the strings on the puppets in power. Their grasping ambitions exposed. Yet nobody ever seems to notice. Things are too tribal for mere facts to change views. Boris' government can be as corrupt as it likes, as long as it's not the red menace or the likes of the loony left.
We're almost at 100,000 cases a week now. Just imagine that, back in the Spring. How would people have reacted to such a high number back then? Sooner or later, if this is left unchecked, there will be a tipping point, surely; a critical mass. What happens when the figure becomes a million?
I don't see how we can go on like this. Tomorrow Boris is supposedly announcing a trio of new measures or gradients of crisis, or something. God only knows what gobbledegook he'll come out with, enshrined in a trio of words intended to directly penetrate the consciousness. That's the pattern they've been using: Rule of Six, Hands - Space - Safe (or whatever it is), Get Brexit Done. And So On...
It's just a PR stunt meanwhile covid is just a business opportunity. Furlough is an investment; a loan scheme. Physician heal thyself, with nothing extra to pay for the first six months. Winter is coming. This is going to be a tough one. It's never an easy one. The rush of Christmas will be replaced with...? Who knows. Now it's going to be dark and cold; like a mirror that knows all your secrets. That's winter. We don't have the comfort of a warm spring or summer to escape into this time. With cases rising and government failing we risking going gently, feverishly, into that not-so-good night.
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