One of my favourite films, Mathieu Kassovitz’s 1995 French drama La Haine, begins with a parable. “Heard about the guy who fell off a skyscraper? On his way down past each floor, he kept saying to reassure himself: so far so good, so far so good, so far so good. How you fall doesn’t matter. It’s how you land.”
This parable is relevant to two aspects of the pandemic. The first is the “so far so good” phase that occurs when cases are rising and many of us react with a swab up the nose and fingers in the ears. At least we’re not in England, where the chaotic Tory government and a gaslit population partied aboard HMS Exceptionalism without believing the ship was barrelling towards an iceberg the whole time.