The Emotional Lovers
Nearest the door is a table at which you will sometimes find the young lovers. They have their whole life ahead of them and everything they can foresee is misery, deprivation and demise.
They were just experimenting with adult relations when the plague put an end to their expectations of normality. Suddenly they were separated, isolated, the plague dividing them from touch. But it was not only their sexual explorations the plague ended, but also their earning power. Suddenly the ways in which the young earn money were no longer: retail closed, restaurants closed. All forms of gathering became dangerous, and the need to service the gatherings was no more. All they had was digital learning with the goal of a minimum wage job or the dole, if there was anything left of social safety net after this many years of the plague.
The emotional lover has hope, hope based on a childhood of potential before the plague. A memory of how things were before the plague, and how they could be once again, sometime, maybe. And just maybe one of these emotional lovers will maintain enough faith to one day lead us to a post plague paradise.
