PARAGRAPHS

 Lucky are those who have marketable obsessions.  These days we are now or seem to now insist to keep and stay home.   And no matter how hard we try to not get anxious about something, we still seem to get weary.  We hear it and we read it.  We've read about it and yes, we have learned about it.  And we're apparently still on this pandemic.  Which seems fake, which seems an acceptable deception or a blessing in disguise.  I don't know.  

People accept the predicament.   And we'll never know which news we need to keep catching up for or if we really needed to. Medical practitioners, more upbeat than ever, seem to get all the credit.  And it's for a healthy life anyway/  Doctors, nurses, and medical professionals.  Frontliners.  

And the government seem always up to the task.  They never seem to tire.  They never seem to get lazy.  All their faces, their continuous plight for more healthy ways.  Facemasks and everything.  They seem to want to make nurses of us all.  They seem to want to dominate and feed us their ways of living  Leaving and rendering some of us dumb.  Almost childlike, zombie-like figures, useless and dumb.  Some got lost, got lost along the way, helpless, asking for food, their ways of living interrupted.

And some folks are happy.  Well, we need to save ourselves.  It's a virus.  Like an economic virus or something.  People die here and there, and they seem to not want to lose count.