On being taught as a kid that astrology and tarot were at best, fantastical pastimes, and at worst, dangerous and blasphemous.

The pandemic has trapped me in an interminable mush. For over a year, I’ve been waist-deep in it, tossing day after day into the blender, chained to my bedroom and my hometown; cycling through similar walks, similar distractions; not sinking, but not moving forward.

Is it possible to avoid creating fictional versions of ourselves for our social media accounts? Or will “honesty” always feel dishonest?

I couldn’t get my mind off the fact that there is so much out there in the world to be experienced, and I was stuck in my room re-watching nature films for the fifth time.

Gen Z doesn’t need to be confined to the mentality surrounding work that our parents and grandparents have had, because the current world we are living in is entirely unlike the one they entered during their adolescence.

Who could have guessed how life would be turned upside down in the year 2020?