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Living in this bubble, now. Self-(semi-)quarantine, shared with the rest of the world, but also my very own, PhD-stage-imposed. In the in-between space of finishing writing a paper and getting a new study started, my days are spent in a mental tennis match of ideas. Those of others, through the scientific papers I read, and my own. I feel inspired. And stuck. All while spring has started to unfold. I see it in the rising and opening of wood anemones along the forest path where I conduct my daily exercise. The contrasts are shattering. I have to do something, find a common chord, an anchor, a semblance of sense. I choose to do this.

Photo: Spring flowers in another forest, another place, another year / The arboretum in Glasgow Botanic Gardens, May 2017. Posted on Instagram April 1st, 2020.