thoughts

Roughly a year ago our world changed unexpectedly. Many of us didn't realize it at the time, but our two week stay-cation would turn into a year long global existential crisis. With cases and casualties on the decline, we may soon be on the other side of this crisis, but it's hard to imagine anyone isn't scarred in some way by the previous year. I wanted to write this as a post-mortem for the year, and try to, in some small way, turn the shit into something useful, even if it only serves as a reminder to appreciate life. the beginning I had moved in to my new place 9 months before the world shut down. It was the first time I'd ever lived by myself. "Maybe I'll get a roommate in a year", I thought. Turns out I did get some roommates, they just happened to be glass bottles of brown liquids that I stored in my mid-century bar. They were good company but not very talkative. Impeccable timing for solo living aside, I think I was hopeful at the beginning to be o...