Death still driving

I agreed to write this piece a lifetime ago – at the end of February, when a certain virus was just hovering at the edge of consciousness, yet another bad thing happening mostly to someone else, somewhere else. Now, sitting in my empty psychoanalytic consulting room, I’m spending the time between virtual sessions pondering the tastelessly funny, improbably Freudian coincidence of the centennial of Beyond the Pleasure Principle with a deadly global pandemic…