Love in the Time of Corona

Captain's bLog, Quarantine Edition: Week 2.

Remember that riddle about all the kits and cats in sacks that were (not) travelling to St. Ives? First time I heard it I was like, Why are all the cats in sacks?! Which was Not the Point, as things often are when you're a kid with lots of questions, so I never did learn how someone could be so cruel to 2,744 felines - not to mention this whole curious notion of multiple wives.

(And here I find myself again at Not the Point, but I usually make it to St. Ives eventually so just sit tight a while longer.)

I keep seeing family groups out my kitchen window, out doing their daily social distancing walks. It seems like people are huddling together more these days, as if the opposite of staying six feet away from others is never straying more than six feet from your isolation cohort. These tight jumbles of families out for walks - often with multiple kids, dogs, bicycles, wagons, strollers, and the occasional grandparent or two - keep reminding me of that old riddle. Rarely cats, never sacks, and modern society generally seems to frown upon keeping multiple wives, but still something about the little roving huddles of people and wheeled kid-transporters just has a 'kits, cats, sacks and wives' sort of energy to me.

I've been feeling a bit envious of these family huddle-walks I keep seeing. In all likelihood it's just that I haven't left my house for two weeks, but in my mind I've attributed it to wanting a slightly frenetic ball of family of my own to wander the neighbourhood with. It looks like fun, like they're a mild-mannered suburban posse of some sort. I can't wait until we're done quarantining so I can wrangle my family into daily walks. We have no pets, at least not in the typical sense, so to flesh out my own little walking gang I was thinking of bringing my sourdough starter along, and of course my hair, which is even wilder than usual since haircuts are no longer in the realm of the possible, plus washing and styling are, like, so two months ago. Bright side, should be easy enough to keep these pets on a socially-distant leash!

We're a bit of a socially-distant culture in the first place, but I've been thinking about just how weird it is to actively keep so far away from others - even adding physical barriers (masks, gloves, plexiglass dividers at tills, the occasional person sporting a full hazmat suit on the plane) to really drive the point home. I've decided to make a point of eye contact and friendly greetings as I navigate the new world order, just in case anyone is feeling lonely or shunned: It's not you, it's the Covid! (It's also really quite delightful to be able to interact confidently in the local language. How did I not appreciate this before?) Which in turn-in turn got me thinking: how long do you wager it'll be before there's a huge uptick in orgies?

(Don't worry - St. Ives is just up ahead!) What I mean by this is: humans fetishize the forbidden, and right now about the naughtiest thing you can do is be physically proximal to a bunch of other people. I had a prof who said that the first thing people did with photography was invent porn, and I'm sure I don't need to tell you the filthy things people have done with the internet, so I think it's well established that whatever humans think up, there is some immediate lizard brain instinct to try it naked. "Hey, y'know what would be really cool...?" Which I guess makes sense, since lizards are pretty naked.

Yup, I'd bet a shiny nickel that the next big thing is orgies, the pinnacle of naked multi-human close proximity. And because the next-most immediate lizard brain instinct humans have after trying something naked is to try and make money off of it, the only thing left for me to do with my genius insight is sort out how to invest in orgies - my RRSPs have taken a bit of a hit lately, and I want to get on this orgy train while the getting's good.

(Er, without necessarily getting on the orgy train, that is...)