It has now been 30 years since the 90’s, the same way that in the 90’s it’s been 30 years since the 60’s. The Jim Lee X-Men comics I bought in Filbar’s back then would be like the Silver Age DC Comics my father bought in Avenida as a child of the 60’s that we relished as children of the 90’s—in age if not in value. Whenever I would Zoom or Messenger video chat with old friends everybody seems to be avoiding the current events and instead fall into the bottomless well of nostalgia, not out of lack of concern but out of the need for escapism. The virus started it all, but out of the virus came the deaths, the politics, the oppression, the opportunism—and our brains and our hearts can sometimes only take too much. Once I am more emotionally and mentally recovered I’ll go back to reading that wonderful study on human behavior in times of widespread crisis—Batman: No Man’s Land. In the series Gotham City is ravaged by a horrific earthquake and is summarily abandoned by the world. The city needs to survive—both the physical consequences of the earthquake as well as the villains that hungrily take advantage of the situation.

In the meantime while we are living in our own No Man’s Land we do what we can to create a semblance of sanity. We talk to people who care and take Zoloft if necessary, bought with an e-prescription paid for via bank transfer.

The Pushing Daisies scene that predicted the future of smooching.