A previous confinement reminds me that waiting for Easter means having hope that we will walk free again.
The divide is deepening
I can’t unfeel this: We’re lucky to have the internet and the social media to stay connected and productive. But this is a big fat privilege, and we can’t afford not to take care of those who don’t have it.
A message to remember
A few days ago, when I opened Word to write a new post, an unexpected document came up in the Recommended section: a farewell I wrote for the funeral of my aunt who passed in May 2018. I thought I’d share a redacted translation with you, so that you may find in it something I found: solace, not sorrow.
A day of learning
I delivered my first online training from the home office today. It felt better than I expected.
Broken boundaries
Today, a lot of good things happened. We made each other feel loved. The proof is that I could write the above. It could only be written from a distance.
The yellow star
I guess I’m saying that it’s OK to feel anxiety, to stay up at night, to imagine symptoms, to sit in the corner and cry. It may not be OK but still understandable if you snap at your colleagues or your loved ones. But if that happens (it happened to me), you must remember that they need support as much as you do.
Noise has changed
Noticed the difference in the noise from outside, and listed some feelings. My current location is… Not-Going-Anywhere.
We are such stuff as dreams are made on
Just an ordinary conversation from home.
Highlights of an ordinary day
Do you wonder how every day is so predictable and similar, while outside it’s impossible to tell what happens in the next hour?
Fashion and surveillance
Masks will usher in new fashion trends and new forms of surveillance. Featuring a quick drawing by my daughter.
