Recurring theme in my pandemic-era dreams: I am in a social situation with many other people, and then I notice none of us is wearing a mask. These scenes used to freak me out, even wake me up. Now my dreaming mind sometimes thinks, “not this again.” Seems the thrill is gone.
“I’m a Short Afternoon Walk and You’re Putting Way Too Much Pressure on Me” by Emily Delaney at McSweeney’s Internet Tendency.
In fact, the more who die, sometimes the less we care, [Paul] Slovic said in an interview. In greater numbers, death becomes impersonal, and people feel increasingly hopeless that their actions can have any effect.
Statistics are human beings with tears dried off," Slovic said. "And that’s dangerous because we need tears to motivate us.”
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Looking forward to a more productive week in quarantine now that martial law and the end of our democracy appear to be off the table for the time being.
… [A] great American experiment got underway in a place promising “the luxury of the modern South” with none of the death.
