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Deliriously happy to be working from home. Grateful to be working. The gentle joy of sanctioned isolation. So selfish! Should be tsk tsk-ing about losing the things I love, instead I'm doing the things I love: no small talk in the tea room, no concern for presentation and the shameful secret of neglected hygiene. This is the agoraphobic's dream come true.
Covid and it's period of isolation seems to've left everyone in a kind of state of trauma and/or grief, to varying degrees. And, as with any big grief (death of a parent etc) it brings out people's pathologies: whatever pathological psychology was there before the grief becomes bigger and worse. I'm seeing it in many, myself included. My default is to go to ground...which is why being told to self isolate is just gold for me.
I've written a song. I'd previously written a couple of poems that were put to music by my guitarist (pre-covid, I was half of a duo that played two evenings a week. It's missed). This one I did all by myself. It's been a relief to not commute and I've spent some of the time playing guitar, learning cords and putting them to these lyrics. And drawing - I've been drawing shells. Both of these artistic pursuits are as secretive as my smelly armpits. It can't be a bad song if no-one else hears it...it will always be the best song I've ever written as long as it remains the only song I've written.
Covid and it's period of isolation seems to've left everyone in a kind of state of trauma and/or grief, to varying degrees. And, as with any big grief (death of a parent etc) it brings out people's pathologies: whatever pathological psychology was there before the grief becomes bigger and worse. I'm seeing it in many, myself included. My default is to go to ground...which is why being told to self isolate is just gold for me.
I've written a song. I'd previously written a couple of poems that were put to music by my guitarist (pre-covid, I was half of a duo that played two evenings a week. It's missed). This one I did all by myself. It's been a relief to not commute and I've spent some of the time playing guitar, learning cords and putting them to these lyrics. And drawing - I've been drawing shells. Both of these artistic pursuits are as secretive as my smelly armpits. It can't be a bad song if no-one else hears it...it will always be the best song I've ever written as long as it remains the only song I've written.