for that which befalleth the sons of men befalleth beasts: even one thing befalleth them; as the one dieth so dieth the other: yea, they have all one breath; so that a man  hath no pre-eminence above a beast: for all is vanity.

i thought of becoming ashes, though ashes are not becoming. i thought of becoming a handful of stones, but that's rather precious and who would know me among the native stones, though i like best the skeleton, which has a life of it's own, yet we bury it. i thought of how we burn things wantonly, throw stones at guns, how cruel and how innocent we are, how we the living bury living with the dead carrying on as if we are not carried on by skeletons. 
yeah but you're not a skeleton til you don't have a body. you can imagine your skeleton dance but you won't be there to see it.

i have to call mom, worry about the virus down there with all those sick trumpers. should i wait til tomorrow?

this ghostly virus has infected my brain making me melancholic and giddy.