| Our world has virtually changed overnight. We have gone from consuming to containing. Us, our loved ones, our neighbours – voyeurs contained in our homes, able to watch, but unable to fully participate. We are an enormous collective experience with 8 billion other solitudes. |
| We have been forced to experiment with stopping. We have found that we have more time on our hands than we know what to do with – and clutching a bottle of Merlot. As one who loves my home, I admit that this new found time is quite delicious – as well as the Merlot. |
In the last couple of weeks, some of us have decided that the Christmas lights have been up so long, we might as well leave them up.
That we understand the concept of cleaning and cooking, but not how it applies to us.
And that there is no need to change out of that green hoodie for at least another two weeks.
But there are some of us who haven’t quite set things up ideally at home, hung the art stashed under the bed, or finished thinning out our book collection.
With this new found time on our hands, we look around our home, and mull over some existential questions:
Why in my brief existence on this planet, does that closet have to be mine?
Just because it fits, does it mean it actually fits?
Is my living room having an identity crisis?
Would that chair be more attractive in extremely low light?
Sooner or later, it’s just going be too much.
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