8: The world will be different tomorrow

A letter from my isolation bunker focusing less on viral plague, and instead considering our present and (hopefully) our future.

Here’s the deal - if I see another Coronavirus related email I will vomit a flamboyant yet appropriately garish fresco of partially digested self-isolation snacks. That image is still less horrifying than the sights at your nearest hospital, and while it might sound like a tasty treat for the dog I don’t yet own, it is a fate I would rather avoid. As su…