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"Crazy in the Time of Covid"



“You’re crazy” he said
“Is that code?” nonchalantly, she replied
“Not when you have your hands tied”, he cried

Cabin Fever had well and truly set in… 

“If you are a good special agent”, she grinned
“I’ll untie your hands, you can do some callisthenics 
and practice your covert moves on the floor 

...with some smooth dancin’ “

Meanwhile, on the other side of the globe 
at KAOS H.Q. in a room with spectacular views
99 was dispatching assignments to the very brave few


(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)










The Dossier:



"We ought to dance with rapture that we might be alive... 
and part of the living, incarnate cosmos."
D. H. Lawrence



"Ours is essentially a tragic age, so we refuse to take it tragically.
The cataclysm has happened, we are among the ruins, 
we start to build up new little habitats,
to have new little hopes. It is rather hard work: 
there is now no smooth road into the future: 
but we go round, or scramble over the obstacles.
We’ve got to live, no matter how many skies have fallen."
D.H. Lawrence







....We've got to live, no matter how many skies have fallen.

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