On a beautiful spring afternoon, Michele and I went down to our local voting station. The fruit trees are in bloom and the birds are in full song. At the voting booth, we wait in line as children run in and out of the voting station. It is an idyllic scene, like something painted by Norman Rockwell for a propaganda poster but I’m not joyful, I have a sense of impending doom. In the background, a series of tornadoes killed 25 people in Tennessee and the number of people infected by the coronavirus – CIVID-19, if you want its stage name – has passed 90,000.