Don't look now, Mark, but has The Woman Who Wouldn't Die just come in? Yeah I know you've stuff you really need to bounce off me but that IS her over there at ten past two. Don't look yet! I mean my ten past two anyway. I'm the twelve, not you.
The presumed quiet of isolation was replaced by withdrawal shakes—like being five coffees deep in a morass of meme-culture doom-scrolling. I found myself engaging far too many headlines and far too few books. At some point I asked myself: What from this noisy world do I want to fill myself with? What can I do to amplify voices of insight, beauty, reason?