Things Fall Apart: a lockdown monologue
Things Fall Apart a Lockdown monologue
Opening verse adapted from W B Yeats poem The Second Coming published in nineteen nineteen.
Things fall apart.
The centre cannot hold.
Natures anarchy is loosed upon the world.
And everywhere the ceremony of convenience is lost.
Monologue
Theres little we can do about the current situation. The virus holds us accountable to its invisible shape and has us in its grip. Our daily lives have contracted, our minds furrowed like mud and we have no choice but to follow the guidelines put in place to protect us. Yet whilst we hold ourselves hostage we have a chance to expand in our confinement. And with it we can either rise or fall.
This is a quiet revolution and doesnt require the footfall of the masses. It takes place inside your living room or your garden. Your bathroom or on your balcony. You dont have to leave your home.
Unlike other revolutions this one probably wont last long but its memory will stay with you for the rest of your life. And will be told in stories by your children to your childrens children. These are the seeds. Your minds are the tools that will furrow the land and plant them. And your hearts are the nutrients that will help them grow. As my mothers old school motto used to say. Be gentle in manner and resolute in deed.
You have a choice. Give up and collapse or prosper from your internment and grow.
Your future is in your hands.