Month 10 of a global pandemic.
I saw the South Dakotan nurse telling the world that even in the midst of dying of COVID-19, people don’t believe they’re dying from it.
I saw a 300-person party in Paris suburbs last weekend, in the middle of a national lockdown.
I overhear my roommate talking about traveling during the holidays.
Mood:
I want to believe. I need to believe that the three of us out there who’ve never, NEVA lowered our defense against dying from this shit, are okay.
We should totally link up.