I am feeling like my imagination is losing it's range. Like the
possibilities of the virus are eating up the resources that would
normally be available for entertaining a different reality. I
can't really enjoy a movie, for example. It would require me to
imagine that the reality was different.
What I am imagining is two weeks from now or four or six. It's
kind of absurd. What I am seeing in Italy from outside will be
coming here too. And we haven't yet seen it play out in Italy.
I feel conflicted in what I should think about the concept of
panic. On one hand I feel strongly against what seems to me like
people being given too rosy a picture of what is going on. On the
other, I am not sure if I am not too pessimistic.
