BY KEVIN MULLINS
“Stay at home”, he said.
So we did.
“Don’t stay at home, go to work”, he said. “And if you can’t go to work, stay at home”.
“Go to work”.
So we did.
“Don’t go to work, stay at home”, he said.
So we did.
Or rather, so we are. Or were. Or maybe, will be.
What a peculiar world and my lethargy for anything creative is illustrated here.
I took a trip to London. It was deserted. Post-apocalyptic deserted.
I guess everybody was staying at home. Or going to work.
Apart from the ones in the pubs. Because you can go to the pubs. Oh, and you can shoot grouse and hunt foxes.
But you shouldn’t go to work unless you have to.
For some of us, of course, we simply can’t go to work, because, you know, you can’t have more than 6 people together.
Unless they are in a pub. Or shooting grouse, or hunting foxes.
I guess the virus doesn’t like pubs. Perhaps COVID-19 is also anti-hunting and so won’t bother those people, either.
Who knows.
For now, I’ll stay at home.
But I’ll probably go to work. Or stay at home.
One or the other.
All Photographs Out of Camera JPEGs from Fujifilm X100V
