Has anyone else emerged from the series of lockdowns and restrictions (still not quite finished here in the UK) with a sense of existential sadness about the time lost? With children growing up, with elders ageing, with distant friends?
Anyone else whose home has become more prison than sanctuary?
Anyone else who needs to rebuild? Or move? Just to run towards the horizon without all the invisible barriers…
There’s a huge world out there and we’ve been confined in strange ways.