Rocking the vans

 

March to March, this has been a year of unimaginable loss. People. Places. Freedom.

 

Sometimes one sentence will really hit you. 

 

"We're all in existential crisis," says the guy who photographed Nomadland, the highly praised pic about a woman who loses her husband, her job, her town and roams rootless, in her van.

 

"We need to give ourselves time to mourn," J.J. Richards tells the New Yorker. "We need to grieve for the life we've had that's not coming back."

The life we've had that's not coming back.

 

Like childhood. The best job of your life. Your big romance. Perfect orgasms. The dead restaurant. Like effin' last year.

We pretend that shots and herd immunity will make it all as it was.

 

As if.

 

Grieve for the life we've had that's not coming back. 

 

It's haunted my week.

 

Let it haunt yours.