Commentary and Philosophy Poetry posted February 18, 2021

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The silence and distance of the pandemic

Apocalypse pt. 3

by estory

In these end times we are all alone together sitting in our
apartments skyping and zooming and texting each other

Toasting each other from our living room couches across
the street or tweeting about toilet paper and sanatizer or
meat or the accidental shaking of a hand

There is no more shaking of hands. No more in person
interviews. No spectators at the ball games or patrons
in the dining rooms or mourners at the funerals
or colleagues having lunch together in a park or talking
over coffee in the coffee bars.

A silence that is never ending and a distance that cannot be
crossed hangs over the empty office buildings and the long
streets empty of traffic where the traffic lights go from
green to yellow to red to green in their endless, automated


The images in this part of the series come from the early days of the pandemic, as you will certainly realize. These images of a humanity separated from each other, connecting only through machines, and the empty buildings and streets left to the automated sequences of the traffic lights, ironic symbols of the meaning of machines, without human beings. Yet in many ways, they are the future while we are the victims in this stage of progress. I wanted to create a sense of helplessness here, of humanity caught in a situation out of its control, that is sapping the humanity from it. estory
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