The h2g2 Post: 06.04.20

Created Feb 5, 2020 | Updated 5 Days Ago

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Posted: 6^th April 2020

Together, Apart

From a distance we are instruments

Marching in a common band

Playing songs of hope

Playing songs of peace…

Julie Gold, 'From a Distance'

If you're feeling a bit distant lately, you aren't alone. Well, you are, but…you know what I mean. We're all in the same boat. And if you're self-isolating while we ride this out, consider that you are doing your part to help the planet's humans survive this. There's not much else we can do, if we aren't medical professionals or essential workers, but stay out of the way and try to be good to one another.

I'm not going to say much about this issue, except to point out that we have many wonderful things for you to explore: Things to amuse, inform, and help you stave off boredom if you're in lockdown. We also have the first instalment of contributions to this month's Create theme, which is coping with grief. Read them all, but especially Sho's personal story of how a bizarre sense of humour helped her get through a difficult time. She was generous to share this tale.

Another h2g2er who has been more than generous this week is Freewayriding. After having been doing essential work, he's got Covid-19. (Late-week update: he appears to be recovering.) Freewayriding, of course, claims that he's really been possessed by an evil spirit. He's here to tell you all about it. Superfrenchie told him he's taking zombie cosplay too far, and to cut it out. You're going to want to read FWR's report.

The rest of this Editorial will be devoted to quotations from the Core Team.

Post Editor: I'm telling you all: we're really current with the Post. I don't WANT to be current with the Post. I want all our jokey-spacestuff-nonsense back! And no more real apocalypses, just the ones in movies!

Superfrenchie: Amen to that!

Post Editor: This is why I get nothing done, other people are going stir crazy.

Tavaron: I know. And I get [little] people asking questions all the time like 'But does it snow on Mars?' or 'How big is East?' or 'Is the moon closer than Africa?'

Superfrenchie: A while ago I was looking after my sister's kids (5 and 8), and they started talking about a neighbour's horse that had died not long before.

Says G: 'Where is she now? In the ground? I'm going to get a shovel and dig her up and then she won't be dead anymore. '

Says C: 'No, you can't, that's not how it works, and anyway she's not buried here, she's in a cemetery.'

G: 'What's a cemetery?'

C: 'It's a place where they bury animals who are dead and also there are some for people too. Like Dédé... I mean, our neighbour Dédé, not the one we see at the café, because that one is not dead.'

G: 'Mmh, I see, so they don't bury people who aren't dead, then...'

Stay safe, friends. And read each other's words. Study each other's photos and art. Leave kind comments, and cheer each other along. We'll get through this. After all, we're Hitchhikers.

'Stay at home, stay away from each other, stay safe. Play games, watch TV, read the Post, wash those hands, just don't be tempted into thinking you're invulnerable, no one is!'

Freewayriding