While nothing is happening, everything is happening. That’s one way to characterize this time. Staying at home, apart from one another, deprives us of experiencing the public and private events reshaping our lives. Off-stage, as it were, we miss seeing the new babies, the mortally ill friend or relative we love, the young couples choosing this day to say “I do.”
Ensconced in a green room, we learn third-hand about attempts to destroy American government. Helplessly, we listen to the dangerous imperatives political imps shout with impunity. We learn of the most remarkable events through the representations of the banal persons who for years appear to intone the news for us via TV. What is earth-shattering barely registers, so great is the monotony of this period, so great the fatigue.