It’s been almost fourteen months now. So many are dead.
I won’t go on and on here about how numb and weepy this makes me.
But being completely dead in the old-fashioned sense is preferable to becoming one of these zombies still up and wheezing about and contributing nothing to society except a constant low level terror. Totally, totally useless. What is the point of zombies? How did they come into being? Did our constant visualization of them in film conjure them into existence?
One of the oddest parts of this new life is that there are no experts giving us answers to questions like these. We’re alone, left to wonder.
Jill Riddell is a writer in Chicago. She teaches at the School of the Art Institute and has a weakness for nature, magic, and pennies abandoned in sidewalk cracks.