I don’t know about you but I’ve been having trouble getting out of bed in the morning. I’ve been struggling with the basics.
And no, I haven’t done all the things I’m supposed to do right now: like put on regular clothes when I wake up or commit to some sort of routine— so maybe this is all my fault.
But I’m curious if there isn’t a deeper existential crisis sweeping through all of us at this time. And nobody, I mean nobody, corners the market in existential angst like Gemini.