Life right now is surreal. I'm a writer, I live in Europe, but most of my acquaintances and Twitter folks are in the USA. I regularly have 2 or 3 conversations at the same time: 1 on COVID-19, 1 on racial injustice, 1 on writing. Sometimes on LGBTQ+ rights and discriminations.

I have people telling me of how they're painting a new art piece at the same time as others who tell me they lost their job to the virus. I see threads asking for justice on Twitter, right next to cute pictures of baby rats. Youtube is much the same, and I dare not open Instagram

It's hard to reconcile the mundane conversations about a kid's progress in their studies with the massacres happening around them. It's hard to understand how someone talks about their new hairstyle when someone else just lost both their parents to a deadly virus.

I barely have the heart to laugh at Trump's failed attempt at a rally being foiled by Kpop stans, when I see the cost of his arrogance and profound selfishness in human lives.
The world, right now, is more surreal than any story I could ever write.

And it's hard for me, as a PTSD survivor with a strong tendency to dissociate, sometimes even hallucinate, to realise that this is real.
This. This madness, this horror, this invisible battlefield. It's fucking real.
And it's far worse than my worst nightmares

There wasn't really a point to this thread, other than to beg anyone who reads it to please look after one another. Please, open your hearts, dare care for others as well as for yourselves. Please, make this nightmare stop by doing the right thing. Be smart. Be kind. Be human.

Because Black lives should matter as much as any other lives, because LGBTQ+ people should be allowed to be themselves, because women should be listened to, because nobody deserves to die alone choking because someone was too selfish to wear a mask in public.
Be kind.