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“I am overwhelmed by collective projects in this self-imposed isolation moment. The world hurts me as much as usual, except now I am unable to look at it, every bit of news, every update of misfortune tears me apart.

The truth is, my greatest joy now lies in the small magic of arranging objects in search of a harmonious place, each day a new shape upon the previous one, a new leaf on a plant, ashes on the table. Existing objects accumulate around me, along with the realm of possibilities, the potential letters to beloved ones who are far away. And yet, today I cannot see anyone.”