Voice Crying in the Desert

Voice Crying in the Desert

Social distancing. Voluntary self-quarantine. Restriction of movement. All of these emergency official pronouncements have left streets and sidewalks emptier of the normal flow traffic and pedestrians.

People walk and sit alone more these days.

A woman alone with her thoughts as she strolls along the sidewalk
Another woman alone and searching frantically for answers on her smartphone

A walk among the mirrors only distorts reality — hardly a reassuring stroll.

Cars warped by the mirrors of the mind

A couple hold hands for comfort and security. Love and affection appear stronger than the fear of contamination.

Bundled up against the cold

A cluster of human beings walking in opposite directions.

Dog walking his master

Father and his son walk toward the crosswalks. Freed from the tension inside the shuttered household.

The son maintains a distance

A girl on a scooter. Blissfully unaware of the danger the COVID-19 virus posed.

Imagining herself in the outer reaches of space

A young boy mesmerized by the power of the smartphone buried inside his folded legs.

If the sculptor Auguste Rodin (1840-1917) lived today . . .

Humans interacting. Talking. Playing. Communicating with words. A truly human scene. But would it turn into a tragedy in the hospital emergency room?

A little boy is object of attention by two attentive caretakers

A little boy throwing ball into the air. Was he not aware of the dangers of not wearing a face mask?

Mama! Catch the ball.

Two women throwing a frisbee as they often did before the pandemic. Who knows what flu germs, virus strains and catastrophic diseases are colliding with the frisbee as it sails through the air?

I rarely venture outside. But when I do, I see other people walking and playing as though nothing disastrous awaits them. Every morning I wonder what I should do. Stay indoors? Or go outside?

Caught in a web of uncertainty and with an obsessive fascination of media broadcasts of COVID-19 related deaths. A fool trapped by his fears of what might happen.

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