A Tale of Two Realities
Me working a wedding during the pandemic.
I really hope we can come out on the other side of Coronavirus like this:
There was an epidemic. And there was fear. Well, some didn’t take it seriously at first. But then it spread silently before you realized it was even in the room. It started with the noise on FB. And the minor complaints about a sea of minor inconveniences. And then there were conspiracy theories. Some of them, probably true. And there were political contestants, debates, platitudes, promises, agendas, corruption, ineptitude. But also citizen solidarities, and sound offs and exposures of truth, and Italians singing songs off their balconies. While big pharma ran commercials on TV, offering a respite from the news cycles that talked about nothing else. Back IRL, sanitizer squirts, elbow bumps, TP?, school closings, event cancelations, work from home, no live audiences at your favorite late night show, election postponements, curfews, virtual hangs, social distancing. Stock markets. Closed borders. National Emergencies. Shut downs.
And some got sick. And some took care of them until they, themselves, needed caring. And some were unaffected. And some died. But most got better. But not without questioning if they might not. Some showed their light. Some showed their ugly. And babies were born during it, a sign of hope that everything’s gonna be alright, in the end. And we couldn’t hug our parents and grandparents out of fear of killing them. And gun and ammo sales went up.
So you stayed the fuck home. Reaffirmed your reason for being here. Reconnected with your family, whatever it was made up of. Created deep meaningful moments with your kids. Made art. Out of every little aspect of your life. You learned about a thing you wanted to learn. Looked inside and asked questions you’ve been afraid to ask yourself. Made love and yes, maybe, even babies. Woke up from the mass coma of normalcy we’d all been living into a new world. A more just, a more beautiful world.
While the last of the empires crumbled away in what turned out to be humanity’s greatest love story.
“It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way - in short, the period was so far like the present period, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only.” - Charles Dickens
March 14th, 2020