And so what can we do? We’re in a time of the interiors,...

And so what can we do? We’re in a time of the interiors, and
days pass in fast-slow ooze. Keep busy with the birds, keep busy with
the buddings. Time moves and we do our
private work. I finished a spoon I started carving months ago. Spent more time
than was demanded rubbing the beeswax and flaxseed oil into the wood, kept on
caressing because what else was there to do except sink deeper into my
imagination, and, it turned out, I could do both things at once. You miss
laughing with your pals? Same here. Yesterday I took an evening run, ran in the
middle of the roads in the small city where I live, no such thing as traffic
now. Being in the world made me miss being in the world.