There’s always that part in the zombie film, where some idiot lets the zombies in by getting too close to the barricade, getting bitten, turning, and then suddenly the infection is inside the former stronghold.
That’s what things feel like now. Someone’s lifting up the edge of the dome – people outside the dome are there with their crowbars, lifting and prying, you hear parties in neighbouring apartment complexes, large groups loud and drunk, and so you hunker down, and wait for the second wave.
While hunkered down, I’ve been working on an arts grant, and spending vastly too much time arguing with strangers on internet forums.