Start writing today. Use the button below to create your Substack and connect your publication with Everything's an Essay Now is the winter of our discontent. Full stop. I am sinking in a soupy quicksand composed of grains of tripledemic pathogens bound together by media hype and personal fear. I have struggled to extricate myself by repeatedly grasping onto Moderna’s hypodermic needles. My face remains wrapped in prophylactic masks to prevent the ever-more-determined particles from planting their spikes in my lungs, while everyone around me goes bare. For me, this means that those who have liberated their faces just push me further into the mucky pool in which I struggle.
Fear
Fear
Fear
Start writing today. Use the button below to create your Substack and connect your publication with Everything's an Essay Now is the winter of our discontent. Full stop. I am sinking in a soupy quicksand composed of grains of tripledemic pathogens bound together by media hype and personal fear. I have struggled to extricate myself by repeatedly grasping onto Moderna’s hypodermic needles. My face remains wrapped in prophylactic masks to prevent the ever-more-determined particles from planting their spikes in my lungs, while everyone around me goes bare. For me, this means that those who have liberated their faces just push me further into the mucky pool in which I struggle.