There are many different opinions about when the Covid-19 pandemic will end in terms of having public arenas available for mass events, and I don’t really care to get into any of that.
At some point and time, though, bars and venues and shops big and small are going to re-open in a big way and the line of inequality in society will become very distinctly drawn. There will be those who have been employed, and at home collecting paychecks, desperately wanting to go out. Then there will be those who have struggled through the entire pandemic to end with—at best—a place to live.
There will be a million things to do. Every band is going to want to tour, every theater is going to want to fill every seat, every bar is going to have drink specials and every person is going to want to socialize and every landlord is going to want their backed rent.
I can only imagine what is going to happen on social media at that point, where some will be in heaven and some in hell and all on the same feed. Some will feel gaslit and some victimized and inequality in America will continue to articulate itself through the despair felt in comment sections from one platform to the next.
Now that we live entirely within The Spectacle, once the optics of society decide it is time to Move On To The Good Times Again, it will further press the emotional ability of those who have felt left behind the entire time in their ability to cope.
Like, I remember when FOMO was the new term everyone was talking about, but when enough people find it’s cool to start posting party pictures on Instagram again, well, let’s just say any unity we feel in America will likely be in some sort of extreme internalized sense of panic and self-doubt. That collective fear is kind of a spiritual crisis that every person has an individualized version of, and in no way is that going to help our general situation.