Isolation is a funny thing, I’ve seen so many people talking about how it used to be. This idea of living in a post-COVID 19 world, where people never reference things in the present but only “remember when” or “tbt”. This isolation has gotten to the point where people are living in memories and struggle to be present. I struggle to be present if I am also honest. My day to day just feels like one long never-ending day. How can I define a today when I struggle to remember what day it is, maybe that’s why remembering things feels more comfortable. My piece is about remembrance, and the indulgence of memories. It’s about pre-COVID 19 when feeling things was hard but at least there were other people around.