25th March, 2020*
I’ve had to check the calendar 4 times today because I have lost all sense of time. Structure and routine mean little to me when it feels like the world outside is falling apart.
The English Government are in absolute shambles, with one foul controversy after another, and Boris Johnson- idiot at large- feels like opening schools in the middle of a pandemic is a great idea to return to normalcy.
How many teachers and nurses and key workers and sanitisation staff and carers and families have to become infectious before it’s too late?
How many children have to die before they realise this isn’t right?
I am burning with anger and anxiety and fear and shame and so much confusion over how this lockdown has been fumbled by the ones who are supposed to care for the general public, but are too out of touch to know what true desperation feels like.
I feel I have missed out at University, truth be told; this seems to have happened at the worst possible time for someone in the final year of their degree, when we are supposed to be completing exams and handing in dissertations and final major projects.
I know this will affect my final grade, and thus my future is held in the clammy, trembling hands of my tutors and professors and aid staff who have done all they can in the uncertainty.
My future is trickling through the gaps of Boris Johnson’s grubby white fingers because he cannot hold our lives at the same time as his ambition and pride.
Right now the general populace are trapped, isolating in a snow globe, and Boris is going to shake the damn thing so hard trying to get money to fall out that he’s going to fucking shatter us.
People are dying, and I’ve already forgotten what day it is.
*Received 25 May 2020