Watching the constantly developing paranoia of my closest family members went from generating concern to a completely jocular reaction, they don't worry me in that way anymore, they just make me laugh a little.
Even though the pandemic worries me as much as it worries them, I think I can pretend pretty well that I really enjoy being cooped up all day, treasuring every little activity as if my life depended on it.
There are some things that I discovered thanks to the quarantine, namely, I don't like to talk on the phone with friends and/or acquaintances that I could see in person if not for the current circumstances because it's not the same and it's something that makes me a little sad. I like to cook and clean, I love it, I find it almost orgasmic to leave something once dirty and untidy shiny and pristine. I like to dance, the more ridiculous and unacceptable to choreographic canons or whatever, the better. I started watching all the movies from the 50’s and 60’s that I always wanted to see and proceeded to fall in love with each and every actress in them because all the characters in those movies seem to have a particular joie de vivre no matter what they do.
This is as close to the destruction of the human race as our generation has ever seen, in fact it is historical, only instead of killing Nazis in France, generating student revolts in delightfully specific months or tearing down the Berlin Wall, we are at home masturbating, eating, watching movies, playing video games and maintaining long-distance interpersonal and romantic relationships in a forced way thinking that whatever happens, if it is terrible, we are not ready for it. Maybe this is what our generation deserves: a parodic and funny apocalypse simulation in which maybe capitalism or Mirtha Legrand will die.
Although I still have a hard time appreciating the fact that every day seems like Sunday, I can easily appreciate the reality of doing only and exclusively things that I enjoy on a continuous basis. The prospect is not so terrible, I repeat to myself at least once a day as I wait for things to finish getting worse.
Photography by Magnus Jorgensen
