Prologue.
Travel. We love to travel. We cover great distances in a minuscule amount of time. We take our bags and passports, and we’re off. To infinity and beyond.
Not any more.
We now face a new kind of challenge.
At first we feared the flying. What was this new fan-dangled metal tube? Dangerous right?
Then we feared the “terrorists”. We screened and prescreened, for smugglers and the mentally disturbed.
Now we fear contact. Connections limited. Every interaction, measured. Thinking a few steps ahead, what to touch. When to wash. To mask or unmask. To go out or stay at home. To order online or to make do without. The world has been flipped upside down, and normality destabilised. Yet we still think us to be in control. The superior beings, the intellectuals. We were brought to our knees, by a shell, carrying a helical twine. Not even the “deluxe”, double helix structure, no. Just a single line of code, shielded by a crown. Not even alive. With no agenda but to replicate and destroy.
And yet we still quarrel.
Over its origins, over its infectivity, over its plausibility, over anything we can possibly think to argue about. Discourse for the sake of discourse. Words, opinions, ideologies, misinformation, all behind a mask of anonymity. Thinking we are still better, that we know better. Instead of admitting that we have fundamental problems that need fixing, that we’ve been bested, that we need to seriously consider how distant we’ve become from our innate humanity, we chose to bicker and argue, pointlessly.
Video Montage of the trip:
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