Epidemic time is strange time.
After a whole year of non-dudeic thoughts trying to end a masters' degree i hated, containment was suddently proclamed here. And i saw the light......
Day in and day out in pyjama, reduced to minima hygiene and social interactions, drinking vegan alcoholic-free white russian right from the bottle....The end of the fucking world tasted a bit like the quintessence of dudeismness.
Next time i'll learn how to play bowling, this the the becomming of a new age
First I was absolutely terrified about all this and felt like the whole world was collapsing. After some time I bought myself something to cover my face and I realized I am still alive and I need to go on. I suppose during the war people felt something like this - yes, there is some great danger but I need these shoes and cabbages anyway.