Just the Regular Bar

A regular afternoon during the pandemic

Source: Author

The bar is almost empty in these pandemic times, the bartender speaks with one of the regulars about how difficult will be for her business to survive this crisis because she knows she will be forced to close again.

At the only occupied table, a group of people talks about the regular issues as if nothing had changed the past year. It is the kind of conversation I have always found boring, but now I understand them, they need their dose of normal, even if at the back of their minds they realize that things will never be the same again.

Dio is on the speakers singing Rainbow in the Dark, and meanwhile, I’m hoping there will actually be one someday.

My friend starts talking about revolution, and I quietly agree with her. I also believe that things have to change, a revolution would be our rainbow in the dark, but on days like today, I can’t believe it is possible. We are just a pair of defeated revolutionaries.

An old anarchist states that he has seen revolution before, and that it never succeeds. Just my feelings for today.

Meanwhile, the people at the keep talking about everything and nothing, consciously ignoring this world’s issues and dismissing their inherent ability to tell our elites to fuck-off.

Time passes and the only change is that we get old.

They live, we drink.