the streets are close to empty. mix chinese new year and the most recent coronavirus and the outcome has most people staying close to home. in a country overrun with people it is quite a sight to see it empty. fear of catching the growing illness has most people on lock down. a pandemic was always on the horizon, with locust in africa, fires raging on multiple continents and the new virus abound it seems that the end of times might be coming.

so what would you do. if this was your last meal, your last week, your last jaunt, how would you live it? would you stay indoors, swiping away at your phones, consuming more news of an infection coming to get you? would you write a letter, a poem, call your loved ones and confess your love or perhaps your crimes? how to spend those 24-hours knowing that they could be the last? id bet it would probably be similar to how you spent the last 24.

Achieving your dreams, knowing that time is short and precious is a very difficult factor to come to terms with. we are creatures of comfort, who like living a certain way and repeating certain programs. we like to know when to wake up, we like to have something to do at a certain time, we like rhythm and have a hard time enjoying anything outside of this. given a chance to choose your dreams each night, you will find yourself yearning for no choice in not time at all. so for now the streets are empty, but slowly people will go stir crazy and come out of their hiding. our social urge to fraternize will rear its ugly head, we will merge again, trying to repeat the dances of old. most will have hidden for a bit, very little will have changed and most will still have dreams they will never reach for.