i think of the virus all the time even when i'm not specifically thinking about it. i think of how it may kill and help us as well. not like war, it's not war, war only kills, it never helps. we can't manage to adapt to our own habits and constructions executive executions and extractions. still wanting it more. what is it. living questions. questions like the virus. what do molecules do like we do spread out and conquer or adapt if we hafta. the masks filter so we get less. in the most polluted zones they already wore them, already knew. it used to be strange when we started knowing too. anyway we could not manage to control ourselves and bank our fires and the government only added accelerants. no one escapes it, it's a spectrum, corona, everyone falls and floats and subsides somewhere on the spiky arc with myriad blinking eyes all one body, we, the parasites, the virus, the embodied eternity, the body earth.