THE SPECTER OF HUMAN GRIEF

De Blasio the ex-mayor of New York City was replaced by Eric Adams who vehemently promises to work with the Police Department and bring changes to New York City terrorized by guns. De Blasio failed terribly, these past two years he got criticized for his inability to govern and control guns. He was in office throughout the pandemic and saw how devastating it was from the East Side to the West Side and through all the other three boroughs. He was unable to defeat it with all the power given to him. Governor Andrew Cuomo was blamed for the thousands of deaths which were senor citizens with Covid-19, he put them in Senior Adults Communities infecting others as well. People were dropping like flies, death was everywhere. Everybody was scared and did what they could not be getting infected with the virus. I took public transportation to get to work and wore my mask, washed my hands constantly, and watched Fox News for updates. I read extensively, informing myself. Knowledge is necessary for this age of evolution and chaos. Perhaps I was the most frightening human being on this planet, shunning everybody thinking they would give me the virus; if somebody coughed or sneezed, I moved away from them keeping the distance. Yes, Covid-19 and Omicron are airborne and I did as they suggested on TV to wipe down everything: remote controls, computer boards, kitchen counters, doorknobs. I inhaled so much fume from disinfectants that I got sick from them. I needed to put a stop to my obsession and come to grips with reality. Was I the only one feeling that way? I saw people do exactly what I did and it brought some relief amid the horrors of catching the disease by staying positive that things would eventually have gotten better, and be able to breathe once again without worries.

The pandemic wasn't at all frightening if one took precautions and armored himself with an iron will to survive it and tell the terrible experiences of survival when skepticism ran rampant and people rebelled refusing to be vaccinated and wearing a mask. I was scoffed at for wearing one. I kept away from mask slackers, I was worried about my health and well-being; and to this day I'm grateful to those who warned me to do the right thing.

The mask represents gloominess, and if you wear a black one, and don't want to be depressed, switch to different colors: navy blue and red, or other lively colors, even those floral ones. You'll feel the difference and you'll look and feel sexy depending on the weather and the mood you are in. Masks will be remembered as the era of specters, of grumpy faces, of angry glances, and distrustful attitude towards the science and those imposing it with the rod of prudence. I believe science is that unwavering patriarch of old ages when his wise words were heeded, but forgotten by new generations to whom they refuse to depend on for advice and counseling.

To bet the boredom of this event unequaled in human history, even more, terrifying than the Black Death that swept the European Continent, I found my niche in a remote corner of my apartment writing short stories such as this one and composing music for my songs: time will be swifter than the speed of eagles, and you'll become a new being, distracted by the dreadful reality surrounding you and engulfing you into the surreal fantasy of fiction. It's my escape from the gloomy images that even a wizard can't make disappear with those Latin words that only work on spells.

Reinvent yourself, find new avenues of escape, be more social, keep in touch with friends and relatives more often: don't build another wall, be altruistic and reach out to others. Be kind to neighbors and strangers, because they have the same feelings and are willing to share them with you, but it's going to take some effort on your part to bring some light in these hours and days of despair; never let hope escape from your grip. This may be a test for all humans to put away all differences, all grievances, all injustices and begin a new era of understanding and compassion.