Translation: “Are you dead or trapped somewhere? Your Insta game has been weak.”
Admittedly, my usual stream of cat pictures has dried up recently since Ohio is shutting everything down step by step and my brain melted from the stress of living the first chapters of a dystopian novel’s back story. ***Seriously though, I love this idea of those beginning chapters. I apologize now if I end up repeatedly using that phrase again. There is a reason dystopian literature exists. Go read Station Eleven by Emily St. John Mandel.