Joey is surrounded by unmasked people. The text reads: At some point, the people around me decided that the price of me staying alive — a few small inconveniences for them — was too high.
Joey is concerned. Text: The world, many loved ones included, is actively hostile to me continuing to live. How do I cope with that? I don’t have the answer, I'm just really alone.
Joey, stressed and frightened, clutches his laptop. The text reads: And I mean really alone. A figure on the laptop screen says: High-risk people will take care of themselves. Joey yells: How?
How do I keep myself safe when the store, work, and school, is a death trap? For each word, a triangle displays that maskless environment. More text: I'm taking my final semester of undergrad online.
If you’ve been following me for any time, you know I got Covid in February 2020 at 19 years old and have become disabled by long Covid. ID continued in description.
Joey is hooked up to an EKG. Text: I’m one of millions of Covid survivors for whom re-infection is much more dangerous. Not to mention everyone who was already high-risk.
Joey on a couch. Text: The general public is very happy to isolate high-risk people from society if it means never having to think about us ever again and continuing with the actions that kill us.
Joey clutching his heart and looking disheveled. Text: and it's not just the people who don't see us. The cognitive dissonance is unlike anything I've seen.
Joey looks loving. Text reads: If you’re here with me and isolated from the rest of society while being continually told that your life doesn’t matter and that you’re crazy, I see you. I love you.
To the rest of you, I’m here asking for my life. I’m 22 and deserve to not only live but live joyfully. How much death and suffering is acceptable to you? (ID continued in description).