Good evening, most allegiant reader…
Another day of Elysium.  The extroverts in the neighborhood attempted some sort of weird uprising by trying to get the other extroverts to come out of their hovels and dance in the driveway for 5 minutes at 10:00.  Yeah.  They taped a shitily-done invitation on the mailboxes.  So, first of all, no one did it, because it’s fucking stupid.  Second of all, it’s just fucking stupid.  But it is a good measure of the rather pathetic and desperate measures they’ll go to to feel some kind of connection, some sense of community.
I’ll confess, the longer this goes on, the more I’m going to resent it when it stops.  I’ve heard some of the wiser talking heads discussing how many of the distancing behaviors will really need to become permanent.  They are, of course, absolutely correct, but I’m afraid it will not come to pass.  Ten minutes after The Order is lifted, The Herd will flock right back into one another’s disease vectors, compulsively touching each other, Which, of course, will return everything suddenly back toward The Way It Used To Be:  Thirty minutes after The Order is lifted, the first post-virus shooting or bombing will happen.  And about 24-36 hours after that, people will start showing up at hospitals sick again, and the Second Wave of The Virus will be confirmed.  The Orders will be reinstated, but The Herd won’t be as compliant this time around.  And that’s when…ah…ne’mind, dear reader.  You’ve got enough to worry about with the present goings-on.
Stay well.

N.P.: “Bug Powder Dust” – Bomb the Bass