Ghosts of Corona’s past

The question is, what do we do with all the bad habits we dropped once the clock struck 12?

1st of January 2020.
No more cigarettes.
No more junk.
No more dates with self-hate and loathing.

Hello new me.
New job.
New hobbies.
New orange blazer I bought for the ‘after-work drinks’ girl I thought I would become.And now what? What is my time worth?
Do I run back to past lovers, because I am unsure of what future love looks like?
Do I practise healthy habits, if no one will see my body?
Do I take up smoking again if Corona kills dreams faster than tobacco?
A ghost of Coronas past whispers, ‘you may as well.’ My own seduction tactics used against me.
Fuck.
Do I hustle hard in my job because I’m fearful of getting fired?Or because my boss will see my flame, still burning bright, once this is all over.
The classic tale of the young 20-something year old finally getting a foot in the door. Bright, enthusiastic, passionate, pandemic.
Fuck
Did the tale glitch?
Did the internet cut off during our very own Black Mirror special?
Did it reveal our dark reflection staring back at us in the screen?This is not how the story was meant to go.
This is not how the story ever went.The ghosts of Coronas past lurk, tease, and flirt with us.
But we will not let it catch up.
We will close our mouths, wash our hands and turn away.
We will sanitise, sacrifice and isolate.
Because the only thing more haunting then the ghost of Coronas past, is him infecting our future.