April 1, 2020
Here we go. The swamp is widening, but the border patrols are keeping up the decorations, so everyone can stay calm, appeased, tranquilized, removed from the fear pandemic scouring the country like a typhoon of mad locusts that just can't get enough to eat. Damn. Someone set out a bowl or two. They're hungry. Damn right. We're all told to keep aware, to look at the foe straight in the eye, but in the wrong direction. A screen's been set up to show a film. We were all invited. It was fun, a good show; took our minds off inevitability.