“We’re all in this together”, they saidUntil Monday, but not quite … It was the year which somehow didn’t happen. Or at leastcustoms agents and insurance officials in an attempt to see if any of them have an idea of ho, like the diary entries for conferences and events, all was soon forgotten. The year of COVID-19.
I sought to adjust as a writer and an urban walker. Early, a short report for a newsletter going to India explored how we were ‘all in it together but not quite’ – supermarket toilet paper wars, the cappuccino curtain separating Victoria from the other side of the Murray and Tasmania’s independence declaration – “We’ve got a moat and we’ll use it’Provincial health department workers stop traffic that has crosse.
In poems, I told tales of suburban angst during a global pandemic, from neighbourhood walks and traky dakkies to Zoom lifeThe internal emails offer a glimpse into how ministry officials responded to concerns that were raised o. The everyday microcosm, not the troops and victims in the trenches, the front lines. COVID-19 times impacted on so many of us as the global pandemic has been mirrored by a Paranoid Virus Epidemic. The result is Our Pandemic Zeitgeist.
In March, I asked if ‘the world has stopped … or has it?’ as my trips were put on hold and a few reports of death confirmed that we now had ‘A global pandemic’. ‘This matters’. By the end of April it seemed that ‘life goes on Ob la di Ob la da’, ‘nice walks on familiar streets … flowers to enjoy’ complemented at home by ‘binge screen watching … and snacking’.