If the Corona pandemic highlights only one thing for me, its our communal blind spot to the visceral reality of life. Who gave us the memo that bad things are what happen to someone else, while good things are just around the corner for us? We sell ourselves the story that JK Rowling-scale success awaits. But life is not a vending machine where you put your coins in and out pops what you wanted. Life will drop the vending machine on your sister, have munchkins sell her best red shoes to a travelling harlot and her mutt, and the media will paint her as the villain of the piece.
Minty Fresh Death
I was upside down through all this, the scene a literal blur as I was whirled like a Catherine wheel,...
