thoughts on a pandemic

I guess it’s just about keeping going for now, to ride the storm and hope to eventually be washed up on some unfamiliar shore. Nothing will be the same ever again. None of us will emerge the same person we were before. Our friends too will be familiar enough, but without their same self-assuredness, as their eyes search yours for the comfort of familiarity. From here on the true and traditional meaning of a bid farewell is resurrected.