This article discusses the continuation of the First Amendment "even in times of emergency". As a small Baptist church in Mississippi was supposedly penalized for continuing to hold drive-in church services, the Justice Department confirmed its support in the church's lawsuit against the city of Greenville, and showed their approval and understanding of their new drive-in services. The main argument and point of support they touched on was the fact that even as times are changing and the world around is chaotic, people are still given their religious freedom and their right to defend it.

WIRED Magazine managed to get a print copy out this month with actual current Coronavirus related coverage. It was written and compiled while they were socially isolated and was achieved by replacing the first section of the existing next month's issue as well as the cover with new Coronavirus related coverage. The cover is extremely rough quality and has a look of having been created on the fly under difficult circumstances

Picture of a journal. I designed the Isolation Journal to help people cope and process through their feelings.

I slid my finger across the volume bar. The opening notes of Lauv's Invisible Things tumbled out thick and fast like cordial as I snapped my headphones into place. Little did I know that this would be one of the last trips I'd make to the hospital for a while. 'It's the invisible things that I, that I love the most. It's the way that I feel when I, when I hold you close,' crooned the singer. In less than a fortnight, those lyrics would take on a much greater meaning. Life as we knew it had begun to change already. As a student cohort, we were 2 months into our research projects; many of us had settled quite comfortably into the pace of academic life with new papers to read, and theoretical concepts to imbibe, distill, and analyse. Time was not slowing down for us final year graduates, and the turning of the leaves would signal our foray into applying for internships. Already, the year felt different from previous ones because we had swapped the bedside for the bench. Patient-contact varied between the different projects we were assigned; and I found myself wondering if all my clinical skills were going down the drain, purely from lack of practice. That was until our country became a growing red dot on the map of a global pandemic, and the distance became a privilege I would dread. They say it takes six degrees of separation to bring two people together. In a perverse kind of way, the transmission of COVID-19 from bat to human host seemed to materialise out of thin air from a perfectly-aligned set of circumstances. An innocent inoculation became the repository of ill-fate. And the rest is history. Over the next few days, I watched in horror as news stories and press releases about the virus accreted in alarming magnitude and frequency. No one talked about anything else. I realised I wasn't the only one feeling lost in all this. In a manner stereotypical of this generation of selfie-takers, I found myself grappling with the consequences that this virus had on my own worldview. What did it mean that gyms and restaurants were closing? Where would I go if not to the hospital? How did toilet paper become the one paragon of stability and control within this society? Those initial days felt like I was living in a dystopian reality. Time slipped away like a melting clock, as routines were stripped bare and streets became eerily empty. I was frightened and naive because life had never been so limited before. Everything became swiftly condensed into a four square metre box with only the Internet for company. Admittedly I was slow to realise the significance of the curve until I read about the sacrifices. Then I understood, quite distinctly, that staying home would make a difference to those who did not have the luxury or choice. I read about an intern struggling to adjust to an ever-changing landscape, an emergency doctor segregated from his wife and family to work endlessly gruelling shifts. An anaesthesiologist intubating COVID-positive patients and making invisible risks: each breath carrying with it some chance of aerosolized virus, each step forward more opportunistic than the next. In a profession so grounded in the practice of human touch and connectedness, medicine had become a minefield of inconceivable threats. Inside and outside the hospital, we were all fighting our own battles. Some people talked about skin hunger, and I instinctively felt it too. I missed the seconds before a hug when the anticipation was as sweet as the resolution. I missed feeling like a moving part in a well-oiled machine. It seemed almost cruel that in times like this, physical closeness could do more harm than good. I dared not even imagine a patient's desolation behind a ventilator. Or a doctor's despair at facing limited supplies. The truth was, the safety afforded by my age and clinical inexperience meant that I was shielded from the worst outcomes. Meanwhile, those at the hospital seemed to conduct their duties with ineffable courage and grit. Over the next few weeks, messages flooded in which helped to bridge the physical distance. In the invisible space once occupied by warmth and companionship, I began to witness the resurgence of a greater empathy. Paradoxically, our isolation drew us closer to the realities we would be fighting for. Our friends, our family, the wider community; their wellbeing. We were tasked with the responsibility of looking out for each other beyond the clinical setting. Reaching out took on a different meaning, but an important one nonetheless. It was a strange and beautiful experience to be bound by this common humanity. Like many others, I hoped that one day soon, we would look back on this time with a certain fondness for the connections we sustained and cherished.

Social distancing has meant families have celebrated Easter separately. Grandparents have felt the effects of isolation. FaceTime with their grandchildren put a smile on their face. Although Maria & George Tsagouris didn’t crack their eggs with their grandchildren they could exchanged Easter greetings-“Christos Anesti’

It communicates the Victorian government ‘s regulations on remote learning. Schools have transitioned to remote learning.

Children can go to school and child care but can’t play on public play equipment. This makes me think about the all the energy small children are having to contain when confined to their homes.

The Astor Cinema, an Arthouse cinema, has put up 12 Monkeys posters in its poster windows at the entrance of the cinema. A tongue-in-cheek reflection on our times.

With the cancellation of mass gatherings including music concerts, street posters about music concerts suddenly stopped appearing. The poster in this location before these demonstrated exact how far you need to stand to be 1.5 metres apart. Now an ad for making your will. Death is on people’s minds and I believe there has been a rush on people updating their wills.

‘Keep smiling’ painted on paling fence. Painted for the local community by the local community.

Just before Easter our Coles reorganised itself. It closed the entrance via the arcade and made one door and entrance and the other an exit. There are signs on the wall instructing people to stand a supermarket trolley apart. People mostly do this (not like at the Aldi that I also passed today!). Someone stands at the exit door counting the people leaving and they let the person at the entrance know how many people to allow in. The only time there’s been a queue has been the Easter weekend and this Anzac Day weekend. Strangely the smaller Woolworths across the road has no queue.

An example of an affirming message created by and for the local community.

We were assigned a digital archive project for our final assignment in history class. We recently finished and inside our website, you can see daily vlogs, screenshots of news and media sources, and pictures from our towns.

This restaurant in my town clearly was not ready to become take out only, and it seemed this crude sign was their only option.

Shortly after my grandmother passed, we all gathered to remember her. Not during a funeral, but on Zoom, the only place to host a funeral these days.

During the quarantine I have released some of my manic energy by practicing softball tricks. A young neighbor kept a distance while she pitched to me as I rode bike with helmet on - Safety First.

This image is an attempt by an Islamic University and non-profit organization to create a sense of unity and proliferate information among the world's Muslims by hosting various lectures and presentations by contemporary academics on a diversity of issues facing the Muslim community today. This webinar series is hosted everyday during the blessed month of Ramadan. Topics range from the Soft Power of Football to What the West Could Learn from the Life of the Prophet Muhammad ‎ﷺ #VART3030

In the Muslim month of Ramadan, it is believed that the Devil a.k.a. Shaytaan or Satan is locked up, thus making the month of fasting easier for the individual Muslims to spiritually progress and develop their character since they only have to battle with their inner self and its desires. These meme comments on the fact that just like Satan is locked up during Ramadan, all Muslims have been locked up due to COVID-19.

With the global pandemic isolating everyone in their homes and raising fears about future supply lines, many families are taking matters into their own hands by taking advantage of the Spring and Summer seasons and planting their own vegetable gardens. This is the beginning of such a garden. #VART3030

COVID 19 personal recount of COVID experience thus far

Quarantine personal story

As I write this I have no idea as to how long we have been socially isolating. I have not been keeping count of the days. I have been writing a diary of sorts but mainly just ordinary daily events not a 'pandemic' diary. My last physical contact and close encounter with friends was a Saturday afternoon and we made plans to see each other soon. Just two days later it was apparent that we would not see each other for a very long time. Quite suddenly the world was closed. How did I feel when the implications of the lockdown became apparent? At first it was just social isolation and I was sad as I wouldn't be able to see my family and hug them. Then very quickly the closure of libraries was announced – that really hurt as reading books is one of my main pleasures. An actual book that is not an e book on the laptop. Frustratingly I could see a book I had ordered – one that was in the middle of a detective series I was enjoying – through the window on the shelf inside the library tantlisingly close. And it was not available as an e book! But I felt I could just carry on as sort of normal. I would adapt and possibly go through my own library of books on my own shelves. Then they closed the beaches and told us we couldn't drive to a trail to walk. A state of emergency was declared and the borders were closed. The full implications of what we were facing were becoming alarmingly apparent. I worried about my friends and family and their health situations. I worried about my own health as I have a lung disease. I felt almost overwhelming concern for everyone that was facing economic hardship and how people were going to cope. On my own home front my husband and I were facing our own difficult scenario. He was about to start six weeks of daily cancer radiation treatment. At the end of January he had undergone a fourteen hour surgical operation to remove a tumour located in his sinus – and replaced with facial reconstruction. He had his upper jaw bone removed and replaced with a bone taken from his leg and a skin graft taken from his thigh. He was discharged after nine days a remarkable recovery that says much about his determination and courage. Now we had the radiation to face. A daily journey round trip of 130 kilometres. Then they decided to double some of the treatments six hours apart so we had to come home and go back as there was nowhere to wait out the time in town – 260 kilometres round trip in a day. But somehow in all this apparent chaos in the world for us there was a silver lining. Because of the lockdown the roads were relatively empty – car parking at the hospital was easy and free. Gas prices had fallen so the financial burden of all the travelling was eased. My husband did most of these trips for treatment on his own. He enjoyed the freedom of the open road, had the music turned up loud and the heating full on. And I wasn't yacking in his ear! And for me on a very personal level I realised that when the full implications of the lockdown became apparent and I was not going anywhere or doing very much I felt a strange euphoria. I realised that for a very long time I had suffered a sort of anxiety a feeling of stress to always be doing more. I happen to not look my age so when I complained about tiredness my family often instructed me to 'use it or lose it' Grandma! “You are only as old as you feel” has some scientific validation and I never really felt as old as my advancing years but it was often a bit of a struggle. I am a photographer not professional it is a hobby but I sold some of my work at the local farmers market. So I always had personal goals and work to do. The real pleasure was in going out into the countryside and walking the beaches and photographing the landscape and wildlife. Without me giving it a conscious thought when the lockdown became strict my anxiety fell away. It just wasn't there anymore. I didn't need to step up to the mark all I needed to do was stay on my property. I am fortunate that I live on the edge of a tidal inlet so I look over water and the wildlife comes to me! Facing west I enjoy stunning sunsets. I have found myself relishing being able to relax and do stuff as I felt like it. Spacing out the things I wanted to do and taking the time to enjoy even the mundane stuff. My concentration levels changed my sleep times changed. I always resisted an afternoon nap it seemed such an 'elderly' thing to do. Now I was having a lovely nap after lunch and still unbelievably enjoying a long nights sleep. My energy levels changed – they got better! Books and movies I thought I would enjoy I didn't, but I would spend longer just sitting outside watching the waves or the clouds, listening to the birds and watching the squirrels. Catching the moment when an otter swam by or a bald eagle flew past with its catch. Because there wasn't anything else to do with my time I was 'using it not losing it' a completely different concept to the original cosh it was intended to be. If I could step away from the feeling of guilt for what others are suffering I can only say that I am relishing the ease of enjoying my days. This has also been enhanced by the support of dear friends and family who have provided meals and treats when cooking and shopping have been too much of a task. I have never eaten so well. My son, daughter-in-law and two grandchildren have collectively and individually been the source of much comfort to us both. Now we have had the news of the tragic shooting that took place in Nova Scotia last weekend. Everything staggers into jagged shards of grief and dismay. I can find no words to describe the anguish we are feeling for the victims and families of this random rampage of violence. As always in these situations we try to understand why it happened and as always it is locked inside the perpetrators head. In one way or another all Nova Scotians 'know' each other and we are all affected . We will continue to be a kind and compassionate community supporting each other through these incredibly difficult times. I feel I am living in parallel universes. The anxiety of the news of the pandemic and how it is affecting individuals and families in Canada and the world. The trauma of a mass tragedy in Nova Scotia that has a profound affect on so many individuals and families and collectively on all of us. The incredible feeling of love and warmth for my community as I see so many people stepping up to the mark and helping and supporting one another. Watching my beloved husband go through gruelling treatment with so much courage and determination so we can have a future together. And here I am thankful beyond words that I am here in this place at this time. I will not live in fear. I will cherish this time as it is so precious. We mostly live taking the future for granted and now we know we can't. It is fragile and cannot be pinned down only lived fully moment to moment in love and hope. This is what I have found.

En la ciudad de Piura - Perú, tres delincuentes armados y a bordo de una mototaxi, asaltaron al chofer de una minivan que repartía productos de primera necesidad en las tiendas, y se robaron toda la mercadería en tan solo 47 segundos. Ocurrió a plena luz del día en la ciudad de Talara (Piura) y vecinos grabaron el asalto. Las impactantes imágenes muestran como los ladrones llegan al lugar y uno de ellos neutraliza al chofer de la unidad, lo pone de rodillas y obliga a que coloque las manos sobre su cabeza. Esto es aprovechado por sus otros dos secuaces, quienes rápidamente abren la puerta trasera de la minivan para robarse las cajas de mercadería y subirlas a la mototaxi que manejan, ya con el botín, dos de los malhechores fugaron en la mototaxi, mientras que el tercero escapó caminando y apuntando a todos lados con el arma que llevaba en la mano. Vecinos registraron el hecho y se mostraron atemorizados al presenciar el robo.

HUM402 A number of concerts, festivals and other forms of entertainment have been cancelled or postponed due to the impact of Covid - 19. This email screenshot from concert organisers, OzTix, shows the cancellation of the Luca Brasi tour, representative of the wider sacrifices made by the entertainment industry during this time of social distancing.

HUM402 The new measures my parents and I take to see and provide my sister with the supplies she has been unable to source herself for her own home. My sister is a nurse and alike many others, is working extra hours to keep hospitals safe and functioning for our community. Our brick fence now acts as our divide, to keep us physically apart but still able to see and support each other.

HUM402 A text message received by Australian citizens from the Government, reinforcing social distancing measures across the 2020 Easter long weekend to help combat Covid - 19

A message from neighborhood children, bringing joy and hope to those lucky enough to encounter it upon their walk or run.

This "Reserve Closed" sign is simply one of many which mark the closures of Tasmania's national parks, enacted from 26 March 2020.

A window message in my neighborhood in Hobart (Tasmania), adding some humour to the Covid - 19 situation.

The image is a meme. It alludes to the scene in Avengers: Endgame when Thanos has to sacrifice Gamora, his daughter, in order to achieve his goals. In the actual movie, Thanos tells a younger Gamora that it cost everything. In the meme, Thanos is seen telling Gamora it cost grandma as he is seen with waves in his hair and Apple Airpods in his ears. In relation to the Coronavirus, this meme is aimed at young individuals prioritizing their looks and style above the health of their loved ones.

A British doctor says: "In Britain, medicine is so advanced that we cut off a man's liver, put it in another man, and in 6 weeks, he is looking for a job." The German doctor says: "That's nothing, in Germany we took part of a brain, put it in another man, and in 4 weeks he is looking for a job." The Russian doctor says: "Gentlemen, we took half a heart from a man, put it in another's chest, and in 2 weeks he is looking for a job." The American doctor laughs: "You are all behind us. A few years ago, we took a man with no brain, no heart, and no liver and made him President. Now, the whole country is looking for a job!"

COVID 19 Journal by Kaitlin Whalen written 03/24/2020-04/24/2020.

As more evidence seems to mount that there were deaths in the United States from COVID-19 long before the first "official" death in the country was announced, I become more and more convinced that I already had it.

My daughter is a high school senior. They are no longer able to experience all the typical American high school experiences. As a way of acknowledging the kids our school district placed these signs in the yard of every graduating senior.

his time that we are living it is uncertain and creates fear in a lot of us.

I've been letting my son Juliían Peralta-Kole paint everyday. He's been painting multiple times a day for a week now, but he seems less interested in painting on paper, and more curious about different uses for paint and painting with his fingers. I used painting to earn myself a brief reprieve this morning, and before I could finish my coffee he had paint all over his hands. I cleaned it up, and now the paint is put away. I'll only get it out when I'm able to watch him carefully.

1yo Julián Peralta-Kole looks on as big sister Maya (5yo) joins her weekly Friday Zoom class offered by Tempe Public Schools. Her Zoom classes take place every week on Fridays at 10 AM. It's always a moment that we look forward to, because she gets to connect with her classmates and teacher. Class activities range from singing songs, show and tell, writing, and practicing "sticky," words (common words that are hard to sight read, so her teacher encourages them to memorize i.e. "stick" them in their brain). Maya attends Scales Technology Academy near the intersection of 5th St. and Beck in Tempe, AZ.

Amnesty International

This image shows a line of shoppers located approximately six feet apart outside Your Dekalb Farmers Market in Scottdale, Georgia. Most shoppers were wearing masks, but the woman with the two children in front of the author went maskless. Everyone seemed stressed. A masked security guard let in new shoppers only when other left the store.

Email from the owner of a gymnastics studio explaining why she was choosing to remain closed despite the governor of Georgia's announcement that gyms would be expected to re-open by April 24.

While the pandemic seems to have stopped time for mankind in many ways, the trees bloom on schedule and nature goes about its daily business. My colleague Joe Lawton at Fordham University has been taking walks through Midtown and Central Park during the quarantine and photographing what he sees. These are some of his images of the park. Shortly after the city went on lockdown, a field hospital was set up in Central Park’s East Meadow. But the rest of the park remains largely empty, save for the occasional quirky character or New Yorker in need of an escape from their apartment.

Un meme puesto por la cuenta de Instagram de @peru_memes. Muestra los dos personajes populares de la película Toy Story: Woody y Buzz Lightyear y el texto hasta mayo y más allá. El humor o chiste tiene doble sentido de una frase popular que dice Buzz en la primera película y la noticia que salió ayer que Perú va a extender su cuarentena & mantener las fronteras hasta el 10 de Mayo.

As a result of the pandemic, mask-wearing has become a norm in Hong Kong.

As a result of the pandemic, mask-wearing has become a norm in Hong Kong. #FordhamUniversity

My 13 year old was having a rough day. He was upset about not being able to see friends, play basketball at the park or ride his bike to Wendy’s. My daughter and I took him on a hike and she captured this moment.

A weekly journal for a Suffolk University English class.

Since schools have been out since mid-March, the local elementary school in Cave Creek invited families to drive by the school so they could wave to their teachers. This is the digital flier they sent to families to invite them to the "Twilight Tunes Parade".

Since COVID-19 was declared a pandemic, finding any sort of disinfectant supplies has been pretty much impossible. With cleaning supplies running low in Chicago, it has been difficult to find any disinfectant product, or even to gather the supplies needed to make one’s own cleaning solution. In a moment of good luck on March 16, I found this can of disinfectant spray at the very back of a top shelf in the Wrigleyville Jewel Osco on Southport Avenue, and climbed up on the bottom shelf to retrieve it. I haven’t been able to find any other disinfectant supplies since. #DePaulHST391

Due to the COVID-19 outbreak and the subsequent Stay At Home order given by Governor J.B. Pritzker, local parks have been shut down in order to promote social distancing and prevent the spread of the virus. This image, taken in Peoria, Illinois, shows a sign explaining the closure of the park to potential visitors, and detailing the Stay At Home order to anyone who might walk by. In the background, the swings on the swing set are knotted together, preventing use.