Day 51: When two become one
I need some fun like I never needed fun before
It rained last night, and it looks like the weather missed the memo about the lockdown not being lifted. ‘April is the cruellest month,’ wrote T.S. Eliot, and he was onto something. May is usually great because of Eurovision, but I have a feeling this year it will just look a lot like April. And March. And all the months to come.
Things we have taken for granted as clearly distinct are now merging into one. Months. Days. A supermarket shop and an aimless walk in the park. Fiction and reality. Tears of joy and tears of misery. Weight gain and weight loss.
Men are growing long hair. Women are getting hairier. By the time barbershops and beauty salons have reopened, we will have morphed into this man/woman, unidentifiable creature, the only thing reminding us of our gender (or sex? Discuss) being a strong sense of identity.
Donald Trump is what happens when Karen becomes the manager.
The good part: Late last night, I made music, and my neighbour did not complain. It was an April miracle. Are those reserved only for Christmas? Is it December yet?
Dreams do come true in quarantine. Next week, I am getting a song released, a sign that it truly is the end of the world. When I was a child, I wanted to be an astronaut, then I wanted to be an actress. I realised both of these dreams have also, sort of, come true. I am spending a large amount of time in the same space, with limited physical contact with the outside world, and I am also on screen quite often.
I then tried to watch a series called Normal People on BBC iPlayer, but even my all-powerful VPN failed to overcome the geoblocking. Brexit does mean Brexit, and I hope you can see the irony in my access to something called ‘normal people’ being blocked. When are the aliens coming?
Lunch: Omelette, mostly because we overbought eggs
Song of the day: Spice Girls - 2 Become 1 (in case you didn’t get the title reference)