“It’s not about ye. It’s not about me. We are not apart from the universe but an ever connected bit part of it. Yesterday the virus

was west of me. Today, still west of me but suddenly, in the east, also. Rich in irony; a germaphobe … surrounded by … a virus.”

“Rich in irony; a germaphobe surrounded by a host of novel but invisible, coronavirus, invaders. It’s so rich; it’s so totally rich in its

irony it begs, a tweet. It’s not about me. We are not apart from the universe but an ever connected, bit part of it.”

“We are all actors and the world, a stage. Rich in comic irony is a germaphobe surrounded by deadly and invisible, coronavirus, invaders.

It’s so rich. We are not apart from the universe but an ever connected, bit part of it; painfully, visible, invaders.”

“Indeed, we are actors. The world, a stage. What’s happening is nothing less than miracles in series. What better way to save

the day than have a surrounded germaphobe like me, find a way to antiheroically and most implausibly, the day for humanity, save?”

“Terrified am I; as are the guys; Vlad and Xi; and Kim and Mo. For all our much vaunted intelligence the microbes got the drop on us.

Insidious, are they. But don’t worry. I have asked them to take me to, their leader. I shall negotiate with them, for us.”

“For all our much vaunted intelligence the microbes got the drop on us. Insidious, are they. Vladimir and I are, officially, worried.

The microbes are demanding our unconditional surrender, now, they say that we’re completely, on all sides … surrounded.”

“No word yet on social distancing measures; nor insight into community spread; nor why no one suspects the air — everywhere

— being a higher, highway than these microbes,