A good summary of the pandemic could be presented like the activity on this blog. A furtive attempt at normalcy by not addressing the 6 month gap that took place in between my posts. I don't even know what to put into this blog anymore. It's not even funny anymore to laugh at my own depression. Why wasn't this year as productive as I made it out to be? So many dreams, so few turned to reality. My house feels like a fancy prison. I only go out when I have to walk my dog or water the plants or do the laundry. I don't procrastinate on any of my house chores anymore, which should be a good thing but it feels wrong. I enjoy doing them, they break this seemingly everlasting monotony. I wanted to learn mandarin, instead I spent two weeks training my non-creative mind making haiku poems.
My shame is slowly degrading day by day. I actually began an academic essay for my module with a haiku on the pandemic.
Half-year of caution wrought,
Ideas run dry,
Nature finds fleeting
peace.
High school English taught me to start an essay with an eye catching quote, something flashy, an anecdote or a rhetoric. I went with a haiku. I had four hours to write the essay, from start to finish. Research to composition of the essay. And in the peanut that is my head I decided to go with a haiku. This year has been rife incidents that can be used as an anecdote. The virus, the pandemic, the lock-down, the consequence of said pandemic and so much more. I went with a haiku.
Nature may have found peace but it doesn't seem very eager to share it currently. What a time to be alive.
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