July 2020 NYC, Still Don’t Believe in The Plague?

The shadows have found us, but we can enjoy the shade a bit. Once thought impenetrable, the castle has fallen and all of them scatter to the winds. Each person is a silo of themselves. Especially now. It is all an illusion. We will wake from this. 

Lizards, limes and dollar coins with Sacagawea each point towards evidence that predicted this. But where did you go? I see you in the corner chatting with those poor people, trying to avert the eyes from the center of the room. Gandhi walks in like a breeze, pulls up his robes and sits cross-legged and bare-assed on the black marble floor, him smiling with the little shock of the cool floor against his junk.   

One steadfast person with an unwavering ability to spin opinion confessed anxiety to me. Sure, I watch horror and like some creepy things. But, that loss of faith from a place that is not expected knocked me to the floor, blindsided. 

So, there we were–my face and Gandhi’s balls–atop that cold black marble, considering our predicament. Realizing that he is anxious gave me the chills. If this strong man can be affected with the mind fuck that is going on these days, then there are trillions of other less fortunate ones that must have busted seams with their floof poking out. We are all dried and used, waiting for the next step. Low energy mode is what I call this. 

“Can you get the door?”

I sit.

“Hey, did you hear me?”

I wait. 

Footsteps are heading this way now. 

His face peeps around the corner. 

“Hey!” He waves his hands sideways at me. “I am talking to you!”

“I know.”

“Well, why aren’t you answering me? Can you go get the door?”

I am lying on the couch and staring at the ceiling. He is in the bedroom putting clothes away and tinkering with things all around me, full of energy. 

“You are already up.”

He stares at me. 

I stare back. 

He walks 20 more feet and gets the door. 

See? Low power state. Low energy mode. No need to expend anything extra. Whatever will get me through the night without the night terrors wrapping me in sweat. There must be some incantation to whisk these memories away. But, for now, there is again a mantra: Don’t freak out ‘til you know what’s up. I can’t control the past or the future so I need to focus on this moment and just hang on for the ride. We should dive deeply into whatever is the next task, solving problems bit by bit until one day we look up and realize we finally made it through.