Time flies

Like ants. Like ants, your friend said, we go out of our houses, fetch food, and then rush back to them, haunted by fear. Security men sweep the rest of the passers-by from the roads: "O ants, enter your dwellings." The epidemic does not smile when they say laughing. And Corona sends its soldiers chasing ants in the streets The streets you were familiar with are no longer familiar, as if Jean touched them from the fire while you were sleeping, so they are no longer as you used to be familia...