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Oxymoron World


Social distancing is an oxymoron

Social: needing companionship and therefore best suited to living in communities

Distance: an amount of space between two things or people

We were made to be together

We were made for contact

Technology is failing to fill in these gaps

Anxiety is brought on by the disturbing facts

Life is turning into a series of attacks: illness, boredom, panic

They all come at once and there’s no safe arms to run to

This virus is not the only threat

Fear and isolation kill too, just at a slower rate

How do we live like this?

 
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