These are strange, strange times. I feel the urge, more than ever, to document and write what I’m seeing and what I’m feeling and, more simply, what is happening for the sake of posterity. And yet, I’m not. Not nearly as much as I want to, or should be. Part of that is old fashioned self sabotage—it seems that even a global pandemic can’t shake one’s ability to self loathe—and part of that is practical.