I’m in quarantine now because i finally have corona.
the first vaccination year ago was way more worse, than symptoms that i have, but I’m contagious so no business outside.
i feel like I’m supposed to write something about stuff happening in the world. The small red book with a photo that i possess doesn’t allow me to be visible or to use proper words without having an existential fear and inviting a rage storm on myself. I wish we weren’t ancient and could live in peace.
i try to keep my own sanity intact and i’m not reading any news, so i can tank energy for my family and friends who may need support in these hard times.
I’m disappointed, but not surprised at all.