Headspace

At the start of the pandemic, I managed to carve out time to write stories, do art that spoke to what I saw around me, to our crazy world. Through the pictures of hand washing, of six feet apart, even as flashbangs echoed in the concrete canyons of Seattle, I wrote. Tales of FBI entrapment and UFOs.

Congratulations. Yes, everything looks healthy! A blob, unrecognizable. The risks of that spike protein are now higher.

Mail in ballots substantially increases the risk of crime and VOTER FRAUD!

For a minute, it seemed like the zoom calls and the other rectangles through which I kept touch with the many I’d met in a lifetime, through blood or space, would be enough.

No matter what you do for the Do Nothing Democrats, no matter how GREAT a job you are doing, they will only respond to their Fake partners in the Lamestream Media in the negative, even in a time of crisis. I thought it would be different, but it’s not. In fact, it’s even worse…

I kept my head on straight. Tried to look at the risks and manage them, tried to see reason in the graphs. Some anger did come out and for a moment I… I managed to hold it down.

Many States moving to SAFELY & QUICKLY reopen!

But even through the it’s a boy news, the the shiny rectangles, the head shots, all sufficed. I still carved out time to…