In the days to come, “flatten the curve” would become the pandemic’s first mantra. Politicians and public health experts would repeat the magic words over and over. Flatten the curve to slow the spread. Flatten the curve, save lives. And most important: Fifteen days to flatten the curve. Flattening the curve became a goal we could all agree on, a p

Look at them scuttling like rats from a sinking ship . . . and what they running from? A COLD? These people are crazy. Just wash your damn hands! Ain’t complicated. They out here acting like it’s THE END OF THE WORLD. These people make me laugh. You see me running? I’m not scared of this shit! I’m gonna be scared of the flu? In what world? No, no,

the cumulative effect of our actions upon the collective is different from the sum of the single effects. If there are many of us, each of our choices has global consequences, sometimes abstract and hard to understand: during a contagion, the lack of solidarity is first of all a lack of imagination.