The Last Sapien | variants

Variants | The corona virus still lives with us, killing us softly, the number of its variants is growing where it looks like a new Radio franchise with distinct genres - the Brazilian, the Californian, the South African, the British and now the New Yorker just tune in to Covid 19.1 or 19.2 or 19.3 and die to the beat . . . Its the second spring for me celebrating basic existence. I went out for another run, late Friday, when the week was just about to wind down, the geese are back to their breading rituals, being very territorial about their piece of the river, that was the only excitement around.

In one of my other posts I had hope that the summer will not lock us at home, but well, it was not the happiest summer. You could barely go outside of your own state, though we tried hard. This upcoming summer holds the promise to look back with a sense of a victory over the most devastating pandemic that our generation suffered.

The timeline of the Last Sapien includes first man on the moon, the fall of the Berlin Wall and the split of the USSR, the invention of the Personal Computer, the smart phone and the Tesla, yeah, the social networks too - the Microsofts the Googles, the Amazons and the Ubers.

With all these great achievements this is the World War of our time, and with social clock ticking it would probably would count as the longest, if Alexa could not just get it over with, and the 'hey Googles' could just order us more Ice cream and packed popcorn while we watch Netflix, without leaving the couch, making us look like a giant flat screen that doubles its weight with each series that you are done binging. If not dying to the beat of the dancing queen Corona, it was from a cardiac arrest.