do you feel deprived?

I don’t. I hear people talk about what they will do when the lockdown is over — all the pent up energy they will release via clubbing, parties, sex, and drugs, and I realize that I’m an alien amongst humans. or I’m a different species of human. there are things that I miss: like dancing tango, in all its variations and forms. lingering inside bookstores. writing in my journal for hours at cafes. discovering the elbows of city. secret churches and little alleyways. going and sitting in the same seat at the same cafe everyday. but the things I love about cities don’t really involve other people. I don’t feel deprived. at all. and certainly, I’m lucky and privileged when it comes to work. but this last year of lockdown has also shown me the true riches of my inner world. with everything that I have within me, how could I ever feel bored, or lacking? inspiration lives in me. nothing and no one else.