The sun and moon have gone on hiatus, leaving us with just our floor lamps and ring lights to make ourselves shine.
Virtual drinking parties and reunions have become the tech form of Xanax, while failed wi-fi and cooled-off hotspots can cast us into Dante’s first circle of hell.
In our Zoom room universe, we are boredom-boned and hug-lost; flirtations reduced to pixels on a screen.
Pregnant pauses give birth to quintuplets of abrupt fits and starts of conversations stepping on one another in glitchy lag time.
In our Zoom room universe, we’ve become the ultimate IT experts—
doing our best to solve our inner maladies while also troubleshooting our video chat difficulties.
RichRant 