I realized today that I’ve barely digested an ounce of the gallon of the cultural and biological trauma that was Covid. And it’s truly not over yet. I’m also realizing that I need to pay attention to things around me. The sun on my face. The pictures in the museum. The music and the food. I’m transfixed by the ants marching on the ground. Gesturing at one another and little concerned with global warming, the next election or the next act of performance terrorism.