The Virus Day 63, Dimondale, Michigan

All well. I think we are all learning a lot about motivation while living though this slow-motion apocalypse. What motivates us to do anything at all when “uncertainty” is the only word to describe anything anymore? I write but why? My last few Virus blogs have been phoned in. I don’t have any desire to write much of anything anymore. My numbers are down. I’m seeing very little income generated. I’ve now come to realize, like most everything else I do, it's expected of me. I’m expected to be “productive.”

Frankly, I could give two shits anymore about anything “productive.” Is all of life just about keeping ourselves “busy?” Is it really just about peer pressure to “contribute to society?” “Winning?” “Getting ahead?” WTF does any of that even mean anymore? Working, consuming, working, consuming, working, consuming until we leave this world far more scarred than when we arrived? I have just enough to survive right now and it's still living in what many in the world would consider gross excess. This or even a good deal less is all I want now and maybe forever.

Unless one lives in the woods shitting and pissing back all one “produces” one does nothing but damage.

Philosophy, ideals, museums and libraries filled with brilliance and inspiration have yet to change anything about the class and structure of why we do anything at all with…