Covid-19, Journey into Oblivion

Sunday April 19, 2021. Working in a bar that’s closed because of Covid. This lockdown and curfew feel like a constrictor. Slowly we are loosing the essential space to breathe. And of all things I miss the most; drinking a beer and having a chat with friends. Slowly we’re loosing the air to breathe, slowly we are disconnected, slowly we are falling apart…

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