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I miss being spontaneous about going out. I’m not even sure what restaurants are still open, what bars have gone out of business, why can’t we return to normal already?
It's a great opportunity for non-commercial spontaneity, choosing not between "what bar to go to", but which direction to walk in, and really taking in reality.
cheers!
I miss being spontaneous about going out. I’m not even sure what restaurants are still open, what bars have gone out of business, why can’t we return to normal already?
It's a great opportunity for non-commercial spontaneity, choosing not between "what bar to go to", but which direction to walk in, and really taking in reality.
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It's a great opportunity for non-commercial spontaneity, choosing not between "what bar to go to", but which direction to walk in, and really taking in reality.
This is illegal in my country.
May you find a way to move about freely in the near future.
It's cool. I wish I could be happy. But for me, this sort of thing just sends me further into a deep depression. It ain't right. Pictures of food don't fix hunger. I hope that we snap out of all of this soon. Writing these comments, just to leave a log, in case someone cares, if it all goes wrong. I miss having the ability to miss. Having the feeling that others exist. Right now I feel that other people stopped exist…
Still, I'd love to go to this bar! Or the pub down the street.
It's cool. I wish I could be happy. But for me, this sort of thing just sends me further into a deep depression. It ain't right. Pictures of food don't fix hunger. I hope that we snap out of all of this soon. Writing these comments, just to leave a log, in case someone cares, if it all goes wrong. I miss having the ability to miss. Having the feeling that others exist. Right now I feel that other people stopped exist…
And some of us have been cooped up with spouse and kids for almost a year. When I get a little alone time I'm especially grateful. Still, I'd love to go to this bar! Or the pub down the street.
I don't miss commercial society, I don't miss their tropes and their rituals. Fake friendship and banter from people hanging around to get some of my money in exchange of half a glass of ice and a dribble of liquor.
Bonus annoyance this year: the eternal covid lamentations of bar and restaurant owners, as if governments purposely wanted to destroy their businesses, as if one's bar is more important than other people lives, as if they didn't paint themselves and their stupid restaurant for years as an example of entrepreneurship (apparently the free market is a good idea only when your business goes well).
To hell with paid service, picnics and aperitivi in the main square with cheap liquor and (honestly) friendly smiles.
"I command this dump to wither, board its doors and windows forever" as Dan Feeder says.
I miss being spontaneous about going out. I’m not even sure what restaurants are still open, what bars have gone out of business, why can’t we return to normal already?