A violent uprooting of the tumultuous tree

A slow, monotonic event is one of frequent occurence. A consistent nexus from one morning to the next night. The piece of scotch tape with unsightly fingerprints riddled across it. Is it possible to interpret this as more than the typical norm , to percieve it instead of the calm existence as a turbulent maelstrom of events? I sat this morning on the subway car, thinking of all the pestilence and disease. Surely, there must be thousands of viruses gliding through the air, how many in your direction? Clouds of other people's filth. Defiling my innards with pollutants and contaminants. Grime. Impurities. Muck. It's a wonder why illnesses are spread so quickly, all acting like rats spreading our pestilence throughout the city in sheer moments. "Take the TTC. It's Faster". A slight cough from my neighbour and I decide its time to switch seats.

(Long story short):
Peter caught something and isn't pleased with the level of quarantine in this city.