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Montreal is one of the biggest covid hotspots in the world and I'm going out to buy gourmet doughnuts. This feels like the kind of stuff Romans did while Nero was stringing his fiddle except worse, because we're all hyper aware of the hellish absurdity and except it.
It's like we're all in the throes of some sort of psychic divergence with half our brains and emotions cowering in abject terror and the other half just wanting gourmet doughnuts and 200 dollar hair cuts.
The cosmos have aligned to show us the insanity of colonial/capitalism, that being said, a tentacled Monster could come out of a vortex in the sky and the great learned minds of our time would argue about our lax immigration policies while it tore down the city.
So, I'm gonna go get some really good doughnuts that'll probably make me sick, and that's not going to keep me from eating them anymore than catching a deadly virus is keeping me from going out to get them. People man
