During the second wave of the pandemic, the winter solitude can no longer be felt with the same spirit of newness.
In spring 2020, I quickly got used to the changed situation. I have learned to enjoy the slow rhythm. To stay at home, not to be afraid to miss anything. Because simply nothing happened.
I have learned to cut my hair on my own. In addition, I took the time to try something new, something I never had time before. I „met“ with friends on the screen more often.
Basically, I had the hope that everything was only temporary. Now loneliness has the weight of fatigue and lack of perspective.
In spring the empty streets and closed shops surprised me. Now they only carry the weight of nostalgia. As does my life at home.
Every day I wake up with the hope that everything will end soon.