With most of the country still on lockdown, all is quiet. For those of us lucky enough to be healthy and simply stuck at home — not in mourning; not sick or dying; not performing high-risk “essential” work; not waiting on long food bank lines — life is on pause. We’re held in limbo. Our existence floats nonchalantly in a bizarre stasis like the
Lee Camp: This Pandemic is Not Just a Crisis, It’s a Gift
Like cancer, capitalism grows until it murders the host body. During this pandemic shutdown, it’s not getting the growth it needs and is becoming benign.