And Other Changes in the Human Condition

I feel that I make notes every day on saying goodbye to a world that has passed – and at times on noticing a new world that is barely stirring. So I mourn, and at times I hope.

I’ve been traveling, and now I am home; so I have observed my fellow humans recently in airports, and on airplanes; on trains; in crowds; and in smaller gatherings.

And in the “mourning”: category I must note that some things about human beings, as an aggregate, have changed — since those fatal sixteen to 18 months, the months of mass injection, from late 2020 to mid-2022.

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