Another week went by and intellectually I did not do much but wonder. About discourse, identity and empathy. About opinions vs. esteem. About what it felt like to be a single mum, to date all those beautiful humans and finally find the one. About why people question feminist relationships and why I meanwhile distinguish sharply between financial and emotional dependancy. I found myself reflecting on living in a body that I respect and find amazing until it starts to hurt again. I asked myself why as an happy atheist I keep on talking to the universe. I decided to shut up if in doubt. To listen even more. And write another Lockdown letter to my son instead of cooking a proper meal. That’s it. Oh, and I starred at puppies, too.