Humans aren't built for the world we've made; such is the impression a certain virus at large may bring about these days. Measures of confinement have given greater contrast to longtime issues. In the technocratic, highly bureaucratic state with rising levels of suicide, autism and ADHD and so forth we are still human, still need to run, move, see a world of rusting grasses and shifting trees. Watching the clouds change shape, seeing with night vision, these things are oddly calming and rare. One longs for true place, not just familiarity with locations. With such an immense population though, humanity cannot rescind the city, which is much more space and waste efficient then rural life: we cannot go backward into our own corners of the world, but we cannot stop, either. The city must continue and become more human: humanity must become more human. Progress depends on further progress, of course.

So ends a half-thought, and a quarter-thought below.