What Would Shakespeare’s Sister do?

I gave it a fair chance and nothing came of it: maybe it was the lockdown scrambling my brain, maybe it’s just how I’m wired, maybe it was mild claustrophobia building up, maybe all of the above, but I was getting nothing done at home. I would pace around my apartment like nervous pigeon, have half-started projects all over the place and switch between levitating on the sofa and manically skipping from one activity to other. A friend summed it up perfectly: it is idiocy to expect a new outcome if you keep doing the same thing without changing something. So I got myself a working space.

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Day Late, Dollar Short: The Met Gala That Wasn’t

The first Monday of May was yesterday, which in normal circumstances would have meant staying up until the small hours, poring over incoming pictures from the Met Ball and then deeply analysing them the next day with a colleague at work. Don’t get me wrong – the sun did rise again this morning so the absence of the Costume Institute Gala did not stop the world from turning. Got me reminiscing, though.

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Distancing Self: A Study

Do you know the psych ward joke about the patient who continually clapped his hands until the psychiatrist asked: “Why are you clapping?” The patient replied: “To chase away the elephants!” “But there aren’t any elephants here,” the psychiatrist replied. Continuing to clap, the patient exclaimed: “See, it’s working!”

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