Twas the Tenth Day of the Lock Down. Cone Man had plenty of material to write about, but the novelty was wearing off. The surreal was becoming the commonplace. Of course that which becomes common experience simultaneously ceases to be unusual experience. 3.9 billion people did not require someone to write about the experience of being under lock down because they already were experiencing lockdown.
Surviving a epic event, and recording a daily description for the benefit of posterity were not one and the same thing however. Within 20 years elderly witnesses to current events would be dead, middle aged witnesses would be elderly, the young would have a set of vivid memories of particular events and children would be twenty somethings who would have been both present and too young to understand the drama unfolding around their childhoods.
Describing an event for the benefit of unborn historians was not that easy, however. 7.8 billion people were witnesses to the events brought about by the Coronavirus Monster. Cone Man's chronicling of events was subjective, allegorical, dependent on the reliability of Legend Bearers, and cramped by the realities of being observe little personally from his man cave, in valley, on the southern peninsular, of an island, located deep in the Outer Antipodes.
Yet try he must. "I cannot explain this drama when I am senile or dead" he grimly reflected ...
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