Covid Fucking-19

An invisible bandit. Except that this virus is starting to build a shape. It’s the shape of the places it infects, the people it takes, the loved ones left behind. A human geographical grim reaper. Fuck you Covid-19.

Oh virus, it’s not personal you say? A host is a host is a host. Well, which host is better than another? No one knows – and you wont say.

So we’re all hiding from you now. Each of us hoping we’re one of the strong ones. And if a person has the dreaded, ‘underlying health condition’, it’s like we drew the short straw. All that modern medicine, cutting-edge surgery is suddenly inverse history. Old-school virus has become new technology.

My godfather is a surgeon in Chicago. He reported to my mum yesterday that they are currently at war. Hospitals are at war.

Am I scared? Well, if my mum gets sick and doesn’t make it for example – I can’t get back to the UK now. No flights. And I’ve promised to get her body to Aberystwyth. They have a banging crematorium. Real nice Welsh valley views.

In this situation, would they take her? Mum swears she doesn’t want to be cremated under the flightpath in Feltham, Middlesex. Go figure. And don’t worry: this is normal talk between Poles. Death. But she’ll have no fear mixed into it. Laugh and joke and read as many memes as you can. Fuck you Covid-19.

Nature is meanwhile undoubtedly enjoying itself. Since humanity has paused the belching of fossil fuels, relentless noise and wasteful emissions. It’s almost like we’ve stepped back in time. We’re experiencing our world as we haven’t seen it; strange and lovely.

Usually there’s a bustle of boats here, going backwards and forwards through our anchorage. Usually the beach has a constant presence of human feet and people swimming. Now, it’s just a long strip of yellow sand. And silence.

Turtle season is coming to the Caribbean. Turtles are set to start coming on land and laying their eggs. For the first time in forever, they wont be encountering human interference. Without engine noise, underwater creatures are coming closer to shore. The other day, Jack wondered if pelagics would start becoming more bold. Hold on a sec. Pelagics? Gulp. Under the boat?

A new narrative is forming. People are saying they don’t necessarily want aspects of our lives to go back to the way they were. In many ways – pollution, negative-based schooling, the stresses of modern life; this could be our chance to leave many difficult things behind.

Despite our fear and suffering, we are experiencing a flip side. By our collective lockdowns, people are being reminded of what’s really important. Will this mean that one day we’ll regard Covid-19 as being worth it – for the health of ourselves and for our planet, if things actually end up changing for the better?

I don’t know. Right now I just want to say one thing. Fuck you Covid-19.

Happy Easter.

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