Wednesday, April 29, 2009
an invincible april - splendid weather, william shakespeare's 400th birthday, london marathon - was checked in its golden tracks by news of the piggy virus. people on the metro who glean all wisdom from free tabloids learn of a Possible Pandemic. soon a sneezing person will be given hostility, not tissue paper. soon we will jump out of our skins like scaredy cats until the media medusa chooses to distract us with the next lascivious tidbit.
they play with us every now and then, do microbes. whittle away at our numbers and at our cockiness, remind us that we are a colony of cohabiting cells. the spaniards' smallpox unravelled the Incas faster than their swords ever could. but guerrilla microbes have surely strengthened civilisations as well. when you move into my town, you bring along your life, belongings, skills, memories, and microbes with you. when i move into your town, i eat off your land, i share of my being, i increase your immunity. each to the other is possibly life, possibly learning, possibly nothing, possibly a pandemic.