When the very architecture of being is called into question, when the most important structures of your life turn out to have been constructed over marshland and the tide of suffering rolls in and sweeps everything away, it becomes nearly impossible to reply warmly to emails. The very concept of Microsoft Outlook becomes a cruel joke. Zoom transmutes into a muted nightmare. Oh, you want to brainstorm ideas with the team? Sorry, I’m currently experiencing a soul tsunami. Can we reschedule?
