I lost/wasn't able to work three jobs this spring/summer/fall because of Covid-19, which while deeply depressing to myself I accepted it because shutting down my usual gigs (event venues) made sense in terms of public health, despite the personal pain and to others. During the Now eight months into this, and seeing how much worse it has spiked now (and how ol' Dougie Ford's natural inclination to be an imbecile has resurfaced in its obviousness)... I don't know what real point I wanna make here except that I'm disappointed. At no one in particular* either... not the bars that reopened so patrons could come in and help sustain their troubled businesses even slightly... or the parents optimistically hoping to send their kids back to school back when "maybe" this all looked better.
'Hope' is what drives us all to do anything: whether it's hoping to bring your small local back into the black, hoping you can see your friends again on a consistent basis, hoping for a day just being outside doesn't carry any awkwardness, or hoping for a level of normalcy that children can go back to schools and not endanger all they come in contact with. Maybe I'm disappointed in hope for misleading us... seducing us in these such complicated times. This winter will not be easy for a lot of desperate, isolated people, but ideally hope can be some kind of light that I, like many others, can be disappointed in but not completely abandon.
*(all those anti-maskers/hoax believers who keep rallying and parading... yo dickwads go suck my ass you dumb fucks. And you shit-for-brains probably would because you don't believe in social distancing.... hey I'm not all lofty and poetic all the time you know)
