Sheet Pan Pesto Chicken Sausage |
forward to 4:23 or watch the whole clip - The Misfits
Quarantine life is a strange underworld of unknowns. Every single piece of our days rearranged and replaced with blank sheets of paper. We are in the same apartment but that is the only mainstay. A purgatory of sorts, where we go next is unknown. It could get better or much worse later, but right now we believe we're in some in-between of what used to be and what will be, which is true of any time but not usually this extreme, unless you're a meth addict. There is every indication that it may never be the same. We know we can't stay like this, but we're not able to begin anew. We're holding on the tarmac of life. Even considering the future in any logical way is ill advised. Your mind wants to help for practical purposes, to navigate us safely through the next physical reality. Like the best personal assistant with clipboard in hand saying, okay what's next, let's take a look down the road and make a plan. But in quarantine and this particular time in history, you just can't. You have to put the Do Not Disturb sign on and just live, like Marilyn Monroe in The Misfits. So lost because she's newly free but without an understanding of another way to live. And each moment is Clark Gable telling us to do what we like, when we like and how we like, encouraging us on to be free from definition and structure. All of us in the world will be shacking up in our own country house and just living for the next month or so. That is all we can do, that is all we should do, for now. And now is all we ever have.
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