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March has been illuminating.
Were learning what were made of and what we can and cant do without.
But we live in a bifurcated nation.
One half supposes it can live without the other.
But COVID-19 doesnt care about affiliations, doesnt bow to bluster or to denial.
He hunkers down with family, but friends come knocking.
He lets them in against his better judgment.
Relations quickly devolve into strife; theres too many heads and not enough food or air.
Outside, neighbors form a mob and bash their way in, looking for protection.
The sirens cut out.
Its a false alarm.
The deeper you get into the song, the more you realize its not about the shooting, exactly.
Really, the murder is mise-en-scene.
The story here is the power of music as a respite in rapidly evolving times.
Its an affecting finish.
TheNobel Prize for Literature awarded to Dylan in 2016remains in good hands.
We are all, for the first time in years, facing the same foe.
But were not all on the same page.
Shoppers are hoarding precious supplies, and shops are ramping up the prices.
People continue to gather in crowds in spite of orders from doctors and epidemiologists.
