I hate wearing masks I hate seeing other people wearing them, I hate seeing the discarded ones all over the ground. I hate I hate the sensation of being trapped in a breathing swamp of my own self, as each damp exhale rolls back onto my face.

I don't want to live in an

open-air hospital, or a cosmopolitan leper colony.

The past nine months have been marked by the tyranny of hysterics and histrionics; emotional terrorists who take us all hostage with their “feelings.” Not only have these indulgent manipulations eroded social solidarity ; a preoccupation with trauma and pain has had the equivocal

effect of poking a wound so that it cannot heal.