It was the year of the spread.
The pandemic epidemiologists had been predicting would come, if we didn’t change our ways and beat our hunger for endless progress and economic growth.
The forest rangers, at least some of them, turned out to be the revolutionaries.
As they wandered what was left of the forest in their gumboots, we had thread the needle of zoonotic spillover.
As we destroyed habitats and pushed our development closer to the edge of the what was once the wilderness.
Under lockdown, fearing for our lives, we huddled inside.
The fortunate ones only had the task of figuring out how to spend their time and minds enclosed in their homes.
Not able to visit the storefronts, the people turned to making things on their own.
We could build skyscrapers from the loaves of sourdough that were baked and glue them together with the starter they abandoned —
— for the next trend that clouded their minds.
Back to work, the new way, we all clicked on the periwinkle app to “be with” each other…
can you hear me okay? do you like my filter? look at my pet. At least we can be together like this.
Sourdough skyscrapers — this is a sticky mess we’ve gotten ourselves into