ALTcorona moon
revisiting this little vent from May 2020 & thinking about how much has changed / how little has changed / how difficult it would be to explain my current anxiety & grief & anger (as a disabled/immunocompromised person who has never stopped masking) to the version of me that drew this. i’m not sure i would have believed where we’d be in 2023. it’s not over & we’re not disposable.
[ID: a pen drawing of a bandaged crescent moon with a virion floating inside, over two full moon faces. one face is biting the nails on the hand of a detached arm with multiple joints and spikes through the forearm. the other face is crying into the hand of a second detached arm that loops around the first.]