The Known Unknown

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isn’t that what matters now? Whether this is underreported or overblown, those that are close to us and keeping them safe without building a bunker to store hand sanitizer and toilet paper rolls when that doesn’t even make sense and only makes it harder for others to prevent spreading the same thing you are trying to wash off your hands</p><p id="7797">Take this time in quasi-isolation to know who you really care about in this odd time of panic and reality spawned through news cycles and political lenses designed to distort and brace for an ill-formed election by using this pandemic as a talking point and not as a way to come together, as agenda seems to be the most important factor in the dissemination of information</p><p id="22e8">The hardest part is the confusion because none of us know what infotainment is actually fact and which is hyped-up hyperbole scratching to be noticed before another clickbait hyperbolic headline gets clicked first And there we sit, glassy-eyed, nose itching wondering if we are the problem or if we are watching the problem play out 24/7 on the Internet and in newsrooms</p><p id="b6c9">I really want to stay informed and understand what the best thing to do is to stay safe, without bolting my doors, and replaying episodes of The Walking Dead in my head since that was for sure not fiction and this virus will definitely cr

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eate zombies but the funny thing is, somewhere deep inside I probably think that is possible because the hysterics of hoarding and palpable panic have me second-guessing every thought I have, every twenty seconds, as I try to look away but yet again, get pulled into another story about how to stay safe by spreading Purell all over my body and covering that in soap</p><p id="de15">I’m just so confused and wonder if everything that I feel is psychosomatic or if the throat with a faint tickle because of a peanut glitch is really the throat of a virus-laden, housebound, adult male who just couldn’t make sense of anything and chose to stay inside, except to walk his dog, for fear of the known unknown of this virus</p><p id="29c4">© <a href="undefined">Jonathan Greene</a> 2020</p><p id="8f99">If you liked this, you might like this as well:</p><div id="2482" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/doctors-note-790c514c02ce"> <div> <div> <h2>Doctor’s Note</h2> <div><h3>A Poem</h3></div> <div><p>medium.com</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/0*YautyB37DmeIFkoo)"></div> </div> </div> </a> </div></article></body>

A Pandemic Poem

It’s hard to understand a global pandemic when you don’t trust anything on the news and certainly not something that is trending You think it’s all overblown until it’s not or until someone coughs in your presence even though they just have a tickle in their throat You now look at them like Outbreak patient #1 because our modern society does not know how to act and react to real things in our world It’s all about how it looks and containment of facts, instead of virus, as we all become flummoxed with the dichotomy between seemingly correct graphs and charts and hyperbole and misshapen docudrama causing widespread hysteria

Maybe we’ve watched too many end of the world television shows and read too many world-destruction books or maybe we are all too cavalier buying a bunch of drinks to sock our time away instead of working on a plan that will keep us safe but also connected to the ones we love And isn’t that what matters now? Whether this is underreported or overblown, those that are close to us and keeping them safe without building a bunker to store hand sanitizer and toilet paper rolls when that doesn’t even make sense and only makes it harder for others to prevent spreading the same thing you are trying to wash off your hands

Take this time in quasi-isolation to know who you really care about in this odd time of panic and reality spawned through news cycles and political lenses designed to distort and brace for an ill-formed election by using this pandemic as a talking point and not as a way to come together, as agenda seems to be the most important factor in the dissemination of information

The hardest part is the confusion because none of us know what infotainment is actually fact and which is hyped-up hyperbole scratching to be noticed before another clickbait hyperbolic headline gets clicked first And there we sit, glassy-eyed, nose itching wondering if we are the problem or if we are watching the problem play out 24/7 on the Internet and in newsrooms

I really want to stay informed and understand what the best thing to do is to stay safe, without bolting my doors, and replaying episodes of The Walking Dead in my head since that was for sure not fiction and this virus will definitely create zombies but the funny thing is, somewhere deep inside I probably think that is possible because the hysterics of hoarding and palpable panic have me second-guessing every thought I have, every twenty seconds, as I try to look away but yet again, get pulled into another story about how to stay safe by spreading Purell all over my body and covering that in soap

I’m just so confused and wonder if everything that I feel is psychosomatic or if the throat with a faint tickle because of a peanut glitch is really the throat of a virus-laden, housebound, adult male who just couldn’t make sense of anything and chose to stay inside, except to walk his dog, for fear of the known unknown of this virus

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