Good god. I was going to say how familiar that all sounded. This time seems worse in ways. I can’t imagine having to have been locked down at that age. It felt

Good god. I was going to say how familiar that all sounded. This time seems worse in ways. I can’t imagine having to have been locked down at that age. It felt stunting and anemic enough as it was. The good news is that when you’re broke, you don’t have any material reasons to shun exploring personal philosophy in earnest. You’ve got nothing to really lose. The hard part is staying fed and paying rent at the same time. I don’t know that there’s an easy answer to that last one. For me, I paid my rent by working as much warehouse overtime as I could and stripped my grandmother’s soda bread recipe down to flour, soda, salt, water and a sliver of butter. Tempus fugit, kids. Life is rich in spite of any dysfunction. Time will keep moving, and nobody gets to stop it. As Neil Young aptly put it: “don’t let it bring you down, it’s only castles burning”