A weird feeling
showed up unexpectedly recently. There’s such a strong sense of
surrealism about the pandemic that I’m starting to question
reality.
What if everything
outside my home is going on as normal, and it’s only me that’s
imagining the pandemic? Maybe all my coworkers are wondering why I’m
telecommuting and not coming in to work.
I’ve experienced
this sense of unreality before. I would be attending a church
service and singing a hymn. Then I’d get a glimpse of “true
reality” where I’m being observed in a psychiatric ward. I
imagine the clinicians saying to one another, “It’s almost as if
he thinks he’s at a church service.” “Yes, he stands up, he
sits, he recites parts of a prayer service, and now he’s signing a
hymn.” “Oh look, now he appears to be putting money in a
basket.”
And then a different
sense of unreality surfaces. It stems from the lack of thorough news
coverage, such as video of actual sick people and over-filled
hospitals. Sure, people are citing statistics. We hear CDC
recommendations. There are appeals for medical supplies and
equipment. But it all seems like a fictional drama, or perhaps the
fabrication of an oligarchy. Even people wearing masks in public and
the bare shelves that once bore textiles could have come about from
simple media hype.
How is coronavirus affecting you?
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