There’s a long, dark tunnel running through the early part of 2020. The world has been turned upside down, and gulfs have grown between us as we are forced to keep strangers and loved ones alike at a distance. Those of us who thrive on human contact are left starving, trying to take what comfort we can from a friend or coworker’s likeness on a cold glass screen. Distractions are few and far between; the news is bad and getting worse, and there are only so many times a person can re-read the same old books that make their homes on the shelves in their house.
The End of the Tunnel
