Life is not a picnic party; nor does it fit into that doctrine loved by American self-help books: I바카라™m OK, you바카라™re OK. Instead, it surprises us, shocks us; and as we pass through its puzzling curves, we realise that the 바카라˜taken-for-granted world바카라™바카라”or what phenomenologists regard as our 바카라˜paramount reality바카라™바카라”can crumble so quickly. And then, we experience 바카라˜shock바카라™. Yes, as the coronavirus haunts our collective consciousness, we find ourselves in a world where fear is normal, surveillance is legitimate, human interactions are prohibited, and 바카라˜distancing바카라™ becomes the new discourse. What then becomes of the meaning of existence? Is it only about chronic fear, isolation and stigmatisation of those who fall victim? Is it only about the desperate urge to be biologically alive, with masks and sanitisers, yet aesthetically and spiritually dead? Is life only about a survival strategy, or a set of techniques, or using the appropriate apps to 바카라˜work from home바카라™?Â