505,375, 58,247, 37,575, 123,898
Every day I am looking at numbers and trying to make meaning of them. I look at different maps, graphics, desperate to comprehend the full meaning. Sometimes I find them comforting. They make me feel like I am in control.
“Germany is still below Iran. Well that’s good,” I say to myself. “Our death rates are still pretty low. What about France? How are they doing? Infection rates are lower. Good for France. What about those little countries? Greece only has about 100. They are okay.”
It’s as if I am observing a sports match and analysing teams. I don’t even watch sports.
Then the numbers become too much. I get overwhelmed. I can’t comprehend the factors; exponential rates of growth. The control is lost.