I never thought I’d have to say this, but being in a global pandemic sucks. There’s something about it that totally alters your mind looking out the same window day, after day, after day, after day, after days in isolation.

It makes you think: maybe these anti-maksers are right, and then you shudder at yourself for thinking it when you get updates from the news or watch your Twitter feed explode after someone you knew (or someone famous) died from the virus.

You start talking to the cat because you wonder if you’ll ever get to speak to a human being again that isn’t through a window or a webcam. You yearn for the days of that brunch haze after a night out with your friends, even better if you didn’t have to pay for brunch. You consider a lot of ifs: “if… if… if…”

You realize that your puritan-like work ethic that you were so proud of has resulted in nothing after working for 15 years. You some to realize that the lie of Capitalism is just that: a lie.

Being isolated can make you really fall into the existential rabbit hole. I can surely say, without irony or farce, that if it wasn’t for my physical skills I’d surely have gone insane. I even picked up a new skill that I never considered: embroidery, of all things. Honestly I thought I’d learn how to weave on a loom before picking up an embroidery needle.

Alas, here we are, embroidering a dumpster fire with a newly found skill. If only to say: well, at least my isolation wasn’t totally for naught. The world is on fire, but at least I have my needles.