Avoiding eye contact, no smiles under the masks. Hands in pockets unless you got business, and if you got hands, gloves are handy. The age of assumptions is over, card carriers and micro validations of proper vaccinations and exterminations, bugs and viruses will never gain the high ground again. Humanity will not succumb.
The pathetic campaigners sound silly and look sillier. Pay attention and listen up, your swampy, slathering, lumpy, lard butter suggestions and your grime coated, cottage cheese covered analysis are being ignored. Muted until unmuted. Like Time Bandits, like the roadrunner and coyote, like ELO, like picking peaches from an orchard, like bluebonnets and Indian paintbrushes on the side of the highway. Like Atari and Asteroids, phasers and laser shots, quarter after quarter.
No way to tell, but the irresponsible and ignorant will lead the way back. The reckless, the desperate, the smug, the frightened. Their sheep will follow, like sheep will follow and follow, follow to the end, the very end, because they follow. Following is what sheep do, wool covers their eyes. They are essentially blinded, blinded for life.