“The saddest thing that I’d ever seen / Were smokers outside the hospital doors”.
A song from The Editors, thirteen years ago. A different me in a different world. All changes, all stays the same.
I’m on the side of a trafficked road, waiting for the green light. An older woman, mask and plastic visor on, decides to try her luck and crosses with the red light. Loud horn and shouting. A car almost hits other people, in order to avoid her. She survived and gets to the supermarket one minute sooner than me.
Is a mask enough to protect us from ourselves? Is safety what we are looking for?
This is madness. It surrounds us, it always did. We do what we are told. Like those smokers outside the hospital doors, damaging actively themselves, passively the others. The saddest thing that I’d ever seen.