I have had thoughts of a zombie world too, but pass them off. I think we are better than that. I think this will pass. But not without great consequences. I think this more like the Spanish Flu. It is odd that growing up I only learned this event in passing, an afterthought in my lessons on history. But reading about it recently, it was seriously bad. 500 million people or 1/3 of the world’s population at the time were infected. Somewhere between 20 and 100 million people died. Those numbers are staggering, especially in an age of lesser technology and communications. I don’t think we are headed for that, but who knows.
On a up note, the number of new cases here in Washington went down last week 20%. A slight bit of good news. I avoid the news for the most part, but then I mostly did before. My tele time is spent binge watching The Property Brothers and old episodes of Good Eats… I have never had Netflix or any streaming service, so I am relegated to the land of re runs. Murder She Wrote and the 1980s never look so innocent.
I walked the dog this morning, my usually route. Saw maybe 5 or 6 folks. Most of them walking dogs. No zombies yet… Now I hang in my studio, writing emails mostly. I could make some art, I suppose. Did I ever show you work from the series I call Circles of Confusion?
I was working on these prints for the Seattle Art Museum when the shit hit the fan.
I have been toying with the idea of going out some twilight evening and making more of these. But with barren streets, no cars. It seems intriguing at the moment. But would it be weird to be out? I mean zombies like the night, right? Of course there might be a time when a police officer might stop and politely tell me to go home. Or give me a ticket… I guess we’ll see, eh?
But I remain optimistic, and for some strange reason, unafraid. Concerned, yes. Careful and cautious, yes. But for now, mostly optimistic and hopeful.
Virtual hugs from ground zero.