When the chaos of now simmers down, who and what will be left to pick scraps off the bones of the society we once knew? 

Will the “weirdos and freaks” -- whose creativity is so often forced underground before being leeched on by the mainstream -- have their day, as the last of normality is swallowed up by a pandemic and the world is engulfed in flames?

The new-age punks are waiting in the wings.

Suffocated and stifled by a life locked down. 

Expression compressed by financial woes.

Freedom, an almost distant memory.

Youth pent up, frustrated and forgotten.

Desperate to unleash their individuality and have their creative “coming-out.” 

Who will they be when they are allowed to emerge after so long confined, starved of the rights of passage afforded to their heroes of generations past?