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.
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.
Masks will usher in new fashion trends and new forms of surveillance. Featuring a quick drawing by my daughter.
I believe many of us have this ‘freedom organ’, which causes us to respond emotionally when we lose some or all of our freedom, even if we don’t physically feel the loss.