Trapped at home. Hair looked like a bird net. Hands never as clean as is now.
Outside is a world sobering at every corner. Lost mothers and fathers, daughters and sons, sisters and brothers.
Millions of employees lost their jobs, feeling angry and helpless. Migrant workers got stranded on the street under lockdown facing starvation with their home too far away to reach.
The no-brainer origin of what causes tragedy and turmoil has been pushed by its motherland to find a new home. Anywhere is fine.
The origin can be hypothetically anywhere else. Yet it doesn’t prove the first outbreak is innocent.
Everyone’s life has been turned upside down. Average people like you and me are feeling the pain. Yet wrongdoers are adding insult to injury.
We are progressing though. Deniers morph into cowards. “Just another flue”. “Mortality rate is probably 1-2%”. By no means 10-20 times deadlier than the bloodcurdling Spanish Flu is a big deal.
Not at all.
I see.
Until reality kicks in.
It’s bittersweet to watch the “fact advocates” get their new enthusiasm in criticising authorities unwilling to implement draconian measures, leaving their old one behind playing with science like a puppet.
The virus doesn’t have a brain to care whether you are royal, rich, or self-vowed genius with fox-like hair. You fail science, science fails you without any emotion.
Respect science.
