There was a rhythm to the pandemic. It was a rhythm of nothingness, a blend of day into day. It was a rhythm detached from time, a metronome of stay in, click on, stay in, stay afraid. What information that was available was tailored to create unsettled obedience, a state of wide-awake nervous exhaustion that feedback fed the rhythm itself.
You know you have to spend more time running errands and you know the bus schedule.
You know about forms and window number threes and to start calling social services an hour before they open at 8am, to not bother to call after 9am, and to never call on a Wednesday when they are closed.
You know you are losing, beat by beat, the ability to trust anyone, anything about anything.
You know if you dare to raise the question, to openly ask if something has changed you will be swatted aside and you know you will not be looked in the eyes when you are told you are delusional.
The rhythm changed slightly over time as human allowances, in exchange for submissions, were made.
Shot in, everything's better? Another shotanother shotmaybe now you can establish your own rhythm again.
We can make the rhythm come back when it is most convenient for its return.
https://brownstone.org/articles/the-hypnotic-rhythm-of-dependence/
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