If you think it feels like the end of the world, you’re not alone. There is a pandemic. Donald Trump is the president.
Hospitals don’t have enough ventilators, and the lieutenant governor of
Texas thinks your grandmother should give up the ghost so that you can
go back to your job. We keep hearing that the virus will peak,
but nobody seems to know exactly when that will happen, or how long
we’ll all be inside, or how many people will die before this is all
over. The coronavirus isn’t the End, but its escalating horrors feel
somewhat familiar.
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