Plague

Blue Dot Club

A father and his daughter walk down the street one fine blue skied Sunday morning. Shops are closed at mid-day. Birds chirp from the trees. Everything is deserted. A gust of wind kicks up tumbleweeds. They swirl amidst the dust and blow down the paved road. A rabbit hops across the street, stops, twitches its nose. The little girl pulls at her father’s arm. “Look, Daddy.” Her eyes follow the floppy ears and white tail as it darts under a…

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Rutabaga Aisle

Matty pushed his cart through produce lined aisles under fluorescent lights. “Shit, out of potatoes?” The stock shortages are getting aggravating as hell. He checked his tinder account again, scrolling through all the rejected images of women, for inconsequential traits that reminded him of previous exes he would rather forget. “Where are you Tabitha,” she’d given him the time and place. “It’s almost 5 o’clock.” Is she worth breaking the quarantine for? It’s not like he could just go to…

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How are bushmeat hunting & black death related?

Globalized travel and trade make us susceptible to pathogens like coronaviruses. Tropical regions, rich in host biodiversity, already hold a large pool of pathogens. Our footprint of ecological destruction brings us closer to the wildlife we endanger in remote areas and the illegal pet and bushmeat trades in many parts of the world brings these animals into urban centers, increasing the chance that a novel pathogen will emerge. We are the cause of our own diseases and we can stop…

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