Freedom, I found is not only in the running but in the heart, the mind, the hands. - Louise Erdrich

Old love, middle love, the kind of love that knows itself and knows that nothing lasts, is a desperate shared wildness.

one explanation did not rule out the other, that charged electrons could be spirits, that nothing ruled out anything else, that mathematics was a rigorous form of madness,

Maybe this was what being in a pandemic brought forth. When everything big is out of control, you start taking charge of small things.