Lets face it 2020 – can go bite a big one so far. It started badly and its entirely continuing to get much much worse. Here I am – on the eve of my 48th year of my birth and today – I finally cracked. I cried. I cried for the first time in a long time. WHY? Because Opera Bar has had to close its doors. And I dropped my sausage roll on the floor. And we all know – the three second rule can not apply right now.
I remember in the early 1980’s listening in to a contra band battery operated transistor radio that one of my classmates had snuck into her haversack for us to listen to broadcasts and panic. I remember crying that day as we seemed to be on the brink of Nuclear War. This never eventuated but back then – the threat was real. And terrifying to teenage me.
Fast forward to 2020 – and here we are surrounded by people in facemasks and being put into home lockdown. I feel like I’ve fallen into a bad dystopian 80’s movie about surviving those days of Nuclear War. If I was in an episode of The Handmaids Tale right now – Id probably be hanging from the wall. I have nothing to offer that kind of universe. I don’t even know if Id make a decent Martha anymore. It might be a Terminator movie I’ve stepped into ? I don’t have the balls of Sara Connor but. Maybe its something entirely different? Maybe we are all going to float around in our armchairs – maybe our future is as bleak as Wall-E predicted? Or maybe its the Zombie Apocalypse. Is it the Walking Dead or is it Z-Nation weirdness? Who knows. The only thing we know for certain is that whatever this is – ITS A BLOODY MESS.
Have we all be too busy self obsessing to see the damage we have done as a collective to the universe? Is Mother Nature making us do a forced reset? These are just a couple of questions I have running through my sleep deprived brain right now. What questions would you like to ask.
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The Domesticated Ms Hemsworth 