This whole covid isolation thing is really starting to drag me down. Nothing fun is happening. Things that should be fun aren’t. Everything takes such an effort, and most things don’t seem to be worth making one. It’s beginning to feel quite depressing.

And then I watched Bo Burnham’s Inside and realized how much worse it could be. I could be stuck in a small inner city apartment, but I live in a spacious house with a large garden. I could be living alone, but I have family around me. I could be stuck with no human contact, but I have colleagues whom I “meet” daily. I could have had my entire career aborted, but I have a job that I can still do more or less normally.