In the beginning we had Fear. Fear and Novelty. And that amounted to a bracing dose of quasi-Solidarity.
The fear was first conceived as mild disinterest in a foreign malady that would never find its way Here. It gestated in the womb of skepticism (“This will not affect us. We are different.”) and false reassurance (“We learned from SARS. We are prepared.”). And then, suddenly, driving home from a normal day of work, we heard government announcements of a province-wide shut-down. States of emergency. Clean out your desk. Tomorrow will be your last day.
That was when the Fear was birthed, attended by financial panic and the stomach-gutting realization that People Would Die. Real people. Our people. Right here. Everywhere. Store shelves emptied as the masses stockpiled toiletries in preparation for Armageddon. Doors closed. Everything stopped. It was Unreality, unfolding in unreal time. Things changed hour by hour. We hovered, breathless, over our devices, awaiting the latest statistics. Following the spread from one network to another, and eventually to Here. These are “unprecedented times,” said our bewildered advisers. We slept last night, and woke this morning in a blind Unknown.
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