Watching my neighbors across the street having a block party during a literal time of pandemic makes me wonder if several hundred years ago there was another person looking out their window watching their neighbors congregate during the black death like verily forsooth, thou art truly ass-headed knaves.
Dude the marina where I live reopened its restaurant and there are hundreds of people just dancing and partying on the deck every night it’s so surreal like the level of cognitive dissonance is staggering. When I walk by in a mask the regulars tease me.
“The taverns are fair full of gadabouts making merry this eve. Though I may press my face against the window like an urchin at a confectioner’s, I am tempted not by the sweetmeats within. A dram in exchange for the pox is an ill bargain indeed.” –Samuel Pepys, 1665