Everyone is tired of the virus, the deaths, the economic losses, etc. and so forth. There is a small chance that a tiny percentage of us can choose to suffer these events consciously. “They know not what they do,” kind of stuff, my self included, of course.

Being conscious is a small price to pay for being peaceful for a moment or two, at least.

I am conscious of feeling that I am living in a new world order, as yet unrevealed.

I am conscious that my writing is becoming simpler and simpler all the time. May it cease using words entirely at some point. Then there will just be a blank page.

Okay, I am exaggerating, but only a little. You see your neighbors, you smilingly greet them and they you. Can you see that once they round the corner, they have already forgotten you? That should be one more blow for freedom; instead you feel lonely. Being lonely keeps you in the game.

The game is for losers. Wise up, she says to herself. Wise up!

Vicki Woodyard