The coronacrisis is a misleading word. It suggests a virus is to blame for a crisis. The word already connects with an irrevocable image of doom and destruction by an invisible enemy.
Author: On The Roads
Warning: controversial content.
This is a rant about the human psyche, about herd behaviour and about a deep rooted fear for the unknown. Of course this blog article is about the corona virus, because everything is about the corona virus. Why not join the biggest media-snowball ever?
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Alright, so the first blog post has arrived. So. The red carpet for the premiere of On The Roads is rolled out. Crush barriers are placed. Security hired. The host on this event is ready. He's got the microphone in his hand and ponders about his lines. Dear readers and visitants. No, that's too formal. Lovely browsers. No man. What about: hey y'all travelers! How d'y'do? No, I ain't got no cowboy hat. Fuck it. What does a good intro matter? ...
