It's surreal to me. When things started I entered a deep depression, just feeling totally crushed by the death and suffering. When the July wave hit it was even worse, since it felt like we should have known better.

Now, seeing this, I feel nothing. I've had to make peace with the fact that we might realistically see 1 million deaths from this virus. The current trend has only gotten worse as of yet, and from the rhetoric and normalization so far, it doesn't seem like rock bottom is anywhere close.

Being a depressed sack of meat does nothing for me nor to solve it, so all I can do is keep working to radicalized those close to me and organize with other leftists for larger action. I don't have the time or emotional energy to reckon with the tragedy as such, so I guess I'll just have to process this after the fact.