Birds and Snakes and Aeroplanes, Part 25

“As a rough average, during pre-pandemic life, 5 to 7 percent of people met the criteria for a diagnosis of depression. Now, depending how you define the condition, orders of magnitude more people do. Robert Klitzman, a professor of psychiatry at Columbia University, extrapolates from a recent Lancet study in China to estimate that about 50 percent of the U.S. population is experiencing depressive symptoms. ‘We are witnessing the mental-health implications of massive disease and death,’ he says. This has the effect of altering the social norm by which depression and other conditions are defined. Essentially, this throws off the whole definitional rubric.”

Remember the words of all the prophets,
wise men, fools, the weary and blind
Remember the innocence of days gone by,
the cruelest joke, now plagued by time
It’s getting dark, it’s getting cold,
it’s getting late and the pages keep on turning
So hit bombs and light it up, enjoy the ride,
for the fires, they will be burning

Birds and Snakes and Aeroplanes, Part 24

“The second day I was sick, I woke up to what felt like hot tar buried deep in my chest. I could not get a deep breath unless I was on all fours. I’m healthy. I’m a runner. I’m 33 years old.”

“I want Americans to understand that this virus is making otherwise young, healthy people very, very sick. I want them to know, this is no flu.”

Oh, a storm is threat’ning
My very life today
If I don’t get some shelter
Oh yeah, I’m gonna fade away
War, children, it’s just a shot away
It’s just a shot away
War, children, it’s just a shot away
It’s just a shot away

Birds and Snakes and Aeroplanes, Part 23

“And yet, accusing a cable news host of murder is not the most insane thing that happened in Trump world over the last 24 hours. That would be his meltdown yesterday at a press conference, in which he abruptly walked off after a couple of “nasty” reporters (women, obviously) asked him harder questions than he wished to answer.”

Mmmm, let’s get rid of that old man, hey-ey-ey,
And bring our government up to date.
It may seem very hard to do,
Just open your mind, let love come through.

Birds and Snakes and Aeroplanes, Part 22

“Every day, I ask him to tell me about something he knows that I don’t. What is that bird calling in the hedge? How does a meadowlark learn to sing? How does soap kill a virus? Where does courage come from? The only question he hasn’t been able to answer is: How will I live without you?”

I feel like something ain’t right
And maybe it’s only me
I’m sure that later you’ll find
That everyone else can see
That I am on my way
But I ain’t gonna stay

Birds and Snakes and Aeroplanes, Part 21

“The real question is less philosophical (Are you willing to ‘cost your constituents their lives’?) than practical (What is your tolerance for some uncertain number of additional deaths against some certain benefits of resuming regular life?).”

Goodbye, crazy city
Goodbye, ugly pride.
Shadowy companion
Goodbye, crazy city
We sure had a run.
I really thought i’d made it
In the days when i was dumb.
I thought you were my cradle;
You held me in your hands,
Squeezed out every penny,
Then you cut me loose and ran.

Birds and Snakes and Aeroplanes, Part 20

“So given that I know what’s wrong with me, I’m going to try to let myself cry and sleep without judgment. I might also indulge in some extra food and drink because maybe you can’t reason with your body, but you sure can drug that bitch. I’m not going to watch John Krasinski’s feel-good-happy-times because those don’t work for me, but I’m not going to begrudge others for doing so (although I do still side-eye the Jack Ryan show). Our new normal is that everything is abnormal, and my new okay is that I’m not okay. I’m not okay, and I’m fine with that.”

Smile when we need it
Crying in the corner
Out of sight out of mind
Feel like a devil
In the midst of angels
Baby, no one’s doing fine

Birds and Snakes and Aeroplanes, Part 19

“But the dancing plagues aren’t the only form of dance the Black Death inspired. Following the devastation of the Black Death, art and allegorical literature took up the theme of dance as well. As early as 1424, we find artistic renderings of the Danse Macabre, also known as the Dance of Death. In the Danse Macabre, Death, depicted as a dancing skeleton, leads people from all walks of life in a final, fatal dance to the grave. Despite one’s wealth or power or lack of either, all must join in the Danse Macabre.”

Lets do it
Lets dance
Lets dance across the floor
Yeah lets do it
Lets dance
Lets do it some more