May 26, 2020
I feel it in the air. Itís coming. Violence. I can smell it. I have had a sixth sense for simmering violence all my life. It used to be found on the streets and schoolyards of my impoverished, frustrated hometown, and of necessity I learned to be very sensitive to it. I feel it now. The frustration of global lockdown, the loss of jobs, the loss of companionship and the trivial but now much-missed trappings of normal life. The virus has tamped it down and now I feel it burning, sullenly, under pressure. Somethingís going to give. Brace yourselves.