What’s up, Hive account@hiveio? I’m feeling compelled to write this evening. I tend to think of my blog posts here on our blockchain as projects. I edit photos in groups of three or four, then do a little commentary about the shoot, and, boom, I can publish. This one isn’t like that at all. It’ll be a freewrite of sorts. I’ve just been thinking about life, and this year. Where it’s going and where we’ve been. When quarantines began, it was clear this was going to be an inescapable reality, so I when in to survival mode, triaging the things me and my family needed.
Hive account@caffetto closed, along with every business in Minneapolis. To those that don’t live here, it sounds like I’m talking about a coffee shop, but it’s not. It’s a community. Hive account@caffetto is as close to an anarchist haven, comprised of the social outliers of a rebellious city. Punks, hippies, drug addicts, homeless, immigrants, old people, kids, dogs and cats. Everyone is welcome. There are only a few rules, and if they’re not followed, the community handles it. I’ve personally thrown a few people out of the building for disrespecting this sacred space.
Just a few weeks ago, Hive account@caffetto reopened for the first time since May. The only reason it did reopen is because the community raised $11K to get the owner by until there was a stimulus relief bill. I recently did a freewrite about how it felt too early to be there again. I mentioned that I felt like I was trying to hold on to a life that had already passed. In the last week, I’ve been there almost every day. At first, I was the only person in the room for the two hour time limit, but as it’s getting colder here in Minneapolis, the coffee shop is beginning to fill up.
I’m not an anxious person, and I tend to worry about the current, rather than the potential catastrophees. I have been having weird dreams, though. I had a dream that I tested positive for COVID-19, and was totally asymptotic. Nothing. But, the fact that I had it was enough to get Hive account@caffetto shut down again, for good. I felt so much guilt. With that dream haunting me, I’m seeing these surges. I don’t buy in to much of the narrative [from either side], but I do know for a fact that if Hive account@caffetto does shut down again, that’s it.
I won’t get in to a fist fight over someone not wearing a mask, and personally, I hate having to play Magic: The Gathering with Hive account@tarotbyfergus while wearing one, but, I do it to give our little corner community a fighting chance. I get stressed out when I see people dropping their masks for a full hour, wiping their nose and then plugging in their phones. I’m far from a germaphobe […my friend Zeke and I used to raid the McDonald’s dumpsters and eat cheeseburgers, so…], but given the situation, I’m becoming more and more afraid that my worst fears are an inevitability.
My first night back at Hive account@caffetto, I used my new 2020 iPad Pro’s LIDAR scanner to scan some of the inside space. I wanted to test it out, but subconsciously, I chose Hive account@caffetto because I wanted to make the scan while I still could. It’s just one of the many ways 2020 has traumatized us for the rest of our lives. Remember our grandparents with basements full of preserves because they survived the Depression? That’ll be us, but it’ll be a psychological certainty that the things and people we love won’t last.
