Three Degrees

 

With the lockdown — the shameful self-quarantine, humanity is again imprisoned in their conditioning —  meeting people outside and spending money, in the habit of creating the flow of fiat for the other, and the other through the other, for more anthropomorphous services sees the beginning of a declining, floundering means to an end. 

I've been told, it really is the end of the world — which?

What's the point of being outside when you have but to stay indoors .. isn't that an incarceration? A construct of the collective mind? Unless someone or something wants you dead through a faux pas, by being decocted and removed, by toxic spikes.

How convenient, don't you think?

I went through my rolodex-LinkedIn-Contacts, and decided to, through Telegram, cold-call. I rarely undertake to such unorthodox means of communication, but you can't make reservations at Ichiban-Boshi or Dolly Dim Sum, or elsewhere more convenient for a sashimi spree, enjoying the senses, and observing  the tiniest of twitches on your contact's restrained face, face-to-face, online. 

Networking has come to this stage, and there must be another way besides Skype, or Zoom.

I texted her. My new platform is to be at least, a productive and commercial experience, at least for women, if not business women (and gentlemen) and shakers. The idea of a lounge will have to be rephased* for the next available slot somewhere in the next century or so, I'm afraid I might not be going back there, but someone can always take the reign .. if society decides not to evanesce. It would be a lucrative undertaking, and a très simple business model. 

We exchanged texts — Are you busy these days, I asked. She paused, two minutes later, she texted back.

“I do the normal things” she says
“For the whole of the twelve hours?”

“Yes, besides taking a rest in-between the vacuuming and teaching my son, the twelve hours is spent well” she added quickly.

I'm not a housewife, nor a mother, so I salute women who have chosen that path, to dedicate their lives to other than themselves. My progression is in other areas, as with others in their respective life choices.

I texted other working ladies, to see how we can work together, develop a network of wo.men willing to transfer their existing businesses online. 

It's not impossible.

* If you have really hideous and obnoxious accomplices out there willing to ruin the game all at your convenience, don't you think women ought to take charge and oust these psychopathists?