“Is this the end of the world as we know it?”
“Why do you say so?”
“Look at the way the pandemic is raging. There are thousands dying everyday as the health facilities have been overwhelmed.”
“While I can understand where you are coming from, I am sure humanity will rise again as it always has from different tragedies across the centuries. We humans are a resolute lot. We don’t accept defeat easily.”
“I am not conceding defeat. But I just feel that this pandemic is like karma for all our actions especially the years of torture our planet has borne due to our actions ranging from deforestation to pollution of all kinds. Following years of adverse weather events, this pandemic seems like the precursor to the future.
It’s like a red moon has been riding on the humps of the low river hills.”
“a red moon rides on the humps of the low river hills” is from Carl Sandberg’s Jazz Fantasia
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