Sounds like a parachute regiment or some such like. But definitely no joke as the world being brought to its knees by it has proven.
In the ensuing lockdown I have been writing a novel inspired at the beginning of the pandemic. It searches for love and understanding in the degradation of human existence while we are busy searching for new triumphs to make our names, new fashions, the latest moneymaking venture, to reach where we are now when our supermarkets put up large notices for the usuage of cards and not cash. What an amazing irony on this propagated system.
We have to find ways to entertain and participate with each other during these horrendous and uncertain times and perhaps there is no better way than through the arts, the eyes, ears, and mouthpiece by which we live!
Come on now, let's communicate! Peace